Bold And Beautiful Wyatt Spencer Novels & Stories

Austin growls, pulling out of me slowly. “I never knew watching you get fucked could be so fucking hot babygirl.” Spencer says. I moan again. The combination of all our juices spills out of me, leaking onto the counter. “I love when someone watches. It makes me super wet.” I whisper, making them both groan. “You are perfect for us baby. Just damn perfect.” Spencer says. “I am so glad you are ours.” Austin says. I smile. “I’m glad you guys are mine.”

It had been tough on Taylor, having her millions of followers turning their back on her and her dad’s stick declining too. Mrs Wyatt in her usual manner was dolled up. For someone who claimed to be sad and going through a lot, she looked dolled up and had the latest Chanel handbag. Mr Wyatt on the other hand wore the scariest scowl Ruby had ever seen, she could see his veins pop out by the side of his neck. Now Nate had challenged him openly, she was scared of the evil things he was going to do to Nate in return. Even though Mr Wyatt’s stocks had fallen, it was only for a while. He was very good at pulling public stunts all the time.

Wyatt I sat with Brianna for a while, the shadow of Beau disappearing down the hall a ways. Fingers trailing through her hair, a heady exhale releasing from her. I soaked in the beauty of her ultimate resignation, of the pain, fear, anger, and betrayal handed to me like a sacrifice. All of her faces were breathtaking, this one however was the most at peace and I wanted to watch her dance with that peace and writhe within that sinful ecstasy with weightless transcendent abandon.

He was filled with disdain when he strode toward the tower. “Eh? Wyatt? Why aren’t you at the restaurant? Why did you come to the York Enterprise?” Just when he wanted to step into the company through the entrance, he heard a soft gentle voice. Wyatt tilted his head and took a glance. It was Cecilia Zachary, who was his university classmate. In fact, Wyatt was very interested in both Cecilia and Angel Quinn, including Mandy Zimmer. But he had no right to enjoy being with a lot of women because of his status and identity.

"That's one way to put it. But hey, at least we're never boring, right?" As I continue chatting with Caroline, my eyes wander towards the entrance of the hall, and that's when I see him—Spencer Hayes. He's wearing a backless Suit that's both elegant and daring, showcasing his toned physique. The outfit doesn't seem too feminine, but it's undoubtedly sexy as hell. It complements his confident stride and fluid movements perfectly.

I looked up to see that Wyatt had materialized on my blind side. “Can I help?” he asked, his voice a deep baritone. I was speechless for a moment; he was truly a beautiful man. His hair was dark and curly and cut short, but longer than the photo I had of him. He had a close-cropped goatee, and he was tall, a few inches taller than me. He was definitely trim, muscular in all the right places. I wasn’t sure what cologne he wore but I wanted a bottle of it to spray around my apartment.

Through the gaping hole, in stepped one heavy black boot on a well-muscled leg, followed by another and there he was; It was Wyatt. The shock of seeing him took my breath away. He was somehow even more handsome than the last time I’d seen him back in Philadelphia. He was shirtless, showing off his sculped torso and impressive six-pack. Blood soaked his face, chest and hair and his piercing blue eyes searched the room wildly. He looked like a vengeful, pillaging viking warrior and, in that moment, I found myself in awe of the Alpha I had been so desperate to leave behind.

"Sorry, I can’t." Unexpectedly, I spot the tall, handsome, dark-haired, and green-eyed wolf, Brette Grimwald exiting the school. At that moment I was clueless about what else Sophia was saying to me. Every part of me was focused only on him. The future alpha. It was as if we were the only two people in the world. I watch him as he walks to his bike. He reaches for his black helmet, steadily places it onto his head, and climbs onto his bike. I envy his bike. How long I have yearned for his manly legs to climb over me instead. I bite my bottom lip, aroused by the thought of it, and wish I could replay him climbing and sitting on his bike repeatedly. His black BMX bike starts, giving off a very

He was always with his best friend, who was Luis, the boy who works at the company. Axel kept listening attentively. —One day I received a letter; it was a pink sheet, I still remember what it said. I quote Alicia. "Hello, "Al. I know you don't know about me and that hurts me, because I see you every day. That smile is the most beautiful; I would die for you to dedicate it to me one day. Sometimes I just sit and watch you. I know it sounds scary, but it's not. "I can't just stop admiring your beauty; I hope I don't bother you with these letters, little "Al." Sincerely. Your admirer.

My gaze shifts towards him as he furrows his brow for a moment, recalling the speech he’d no doubt planned out. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the holy union of the Lycan King-to-be Spencer Flint and Miss Ivy Bell of the Obsidian pack,” Beta Wilson continues. “A union so sacred and founded in true love that the Moon Goddess herself has blessed it time and time again.” Beta Wilson pauses, looking between Ivy and I with a smile of kind familiarity. “I have served as His Royal Majesty’s Beta for many years now,” he says. “And in that time, have known him to be an exceptionally powerful, just, and honourable man. So it’s no surprise to me that his mate, the one true love of his life, w