Bold And Beautiful Wyatt Spencer Novels & Stories

However, I’m happy about it even while my heart aches seeing Wyatt lying motionless on the bed. I can’t take my eyes off of Wyatt’s face and his beautiful, but peaceful, expression. I have never really taken the time to look at him this close and for this long. I’m not saying that I have never looked at Wyatt before, because I have. However, I have never paid this much attention to his face before. I have always thought that Wyatt is both beautiful and handsome, but as I stare at his face, a small smile spreads across my face. He is the most beautiful person that I’ve ever seen.

From then on I knew I had to make this woman mine. "Really Layla? We're at the hottest club on the island and you want water?" Her friend said exasperated, my woman just rolls her eyes. "Fine, I'll have a rum and coke." "Have Antoli prepare our drinks." I told Andre. "So Layla is it?" I question my lovely beauty. "Yes, it's Layla, Layla Campbell." What a beautiful name. "I'm Mackenzie Meyer." Her friend stretches her hand towards me, probably hoping for a handshake. I don't shake it though and just stare at it.

His steady presence is grounding, but every glance he throws my way reminds me how wild and dangerous he can be. I turn the shower knob, waiting for the steam to rise and curl my fingers under the spray to test the temperature. Warm. Not too hot. Not too cold. Perfect. I glance back over my shoulder just in time to see Atticus pulling at the collar of his shirt. He grips the fabric from behind and peels it over his head with one arm, in that sexy way men do without even thinking about it. The first thing my eyes land on is the angry red wound on his side, a row of stitches holding the skin together. It looks painful, brutal, but it doesn't diminish him. It makes him look even more dangerous.

she said. She leaned in and continued, “Out of all the Cooper extended brothers, the man I fear the most is Damian. He’s ruthless and dangerous…he’s practically the king of shady dirty money.” “What do I do now?” I asked. “Janelle, as much as I hate to say this…you have no choice. Accept it.” She said and I was shocked. Even brave Ashley suggested I accept a death contract? The couple interrupted us. “Good morning ladies,” the man said, and we greeted with a lowered bow.

Wyatt turned towards me, “I don’t think that we’ve properly met. Obviously, I’m Wyatt, but since you’re part of the team now, might as well get introductions out of the way.” I’ve never really paid much attention to Wyatt, but as he stands in front of me, I notice he has jet black hair that is short on the sides and longer on top. He’s nearly as tall as Kai and built similarly. He’s got kind, gray-blue eyes. I smiled, “Nice to officially meet you Wyatt, I’m Felicity. What do you mean part of the team?” He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I’m this close....(he pinched his finger’s until they were nearly touching)..to losing my Beta position to Parker.”

Wyatt was surprised at how good his day was going. When Milly had invited him to meet her family, he had been nervous. Ever since he had met her, when she had stolen his breath away along with his heart. Things had just been amazing. He had never thought someone like her would accept a request to go on a date with someone like him. But the lovely Bella had been unusually persistent that he should ask Milly out. When he had, and she had excepted, everything had just continued moving forward between them. She had been open about her past, that she was spending time with the Blackfurs to get a new start after a tough period in her life, ending in her starting to experiment with drugs. Wyatt had

he trailed off, leaving the answer hanging in the air. Wyatt grasped the unspoken words in Silas's revelation. "Alpha Zain Black," he finished the sentence, the weight of that name hanging in the air. In the realm of the Appalachian Mountains, Wyatt Romano held dominion over the American border, while Zain Black, known as the killer from the Canadian part of the Appalachian range, stood as his formidable adversary. The room fell into a profound silence. Zain Black was the only one who could stand against Wyatt Romano. "Did he send the rogues to attack me?" Wyatt questioned, his eyes piercing into the depths of the issue.

Trace is proud of what he did for many years, and his hard work finally has a result. "I am excited to meet you." Trace opens his eyes when the door of his office opens, and his fiance is walking in the direction where he is sitting. "Happy birthday, Mr. Billionaire, are you willing to buy me tonight?" Trace licked his lip, watching the woman who is wearing nothing, but her boobs and femininity are covered by icing. "I am willing to pay, I don't mind the price, come here my lost kitten." Trace tapped his thighs, and Beatrice, Trace's fiance obey what Trace instructed her to.

“Let me make one thing completely fucking clear to you: nobody in this building—nobody in this city—should ever hear from your mouth that I once dated you. Do you hear me?” My eyes twitched violently. A dark, dangerous rage flooded my veins. Wyatt? Wyatt was the ex-boyfriend. He was the little shit who had broken her heart and left her feeling insecure about her beautiful, soft curves. My fists clenched until my knuckles turned stark white. “Look around the office, Layla. Aren’t you ashamed that you’re the only ugly, fat one here? “ Wyatt’s voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “You don't belong in a place like this. You look disgusting.”

please. Dion moved to the microphone as the two women stood by his side, then every eye from the room stared at him. The dazzling image of a handsome man with a face sculpted by God, surrounded by two beautiful ladies in amazing dresses, can make any person show attention even if they didn't want to. "I have an announcement to make," Dion began the speech with a big smile, "I want to formally introduce my wife, Thea Lark."