Bold And Beautiful Wyatt Spencer Novels & Stories

"Now, Mr. Blackwell, lean in—look at her like she's the only person in the world." Wyatt's smirk faded, replaced by a cool, unreadable expression. He leaned closer, his gray eyes locking onto hers. The intensity made Juniper's breath hitch, but she kept her mask of confidence firmly in place. "Convincing enough?" Wyatt murmured, his voice low, just for her. "Maybe tone down the glaring," Juniper replied quietly, trying to match his calm. "You look more like you're planning to kill me." Wyatt chuckled under his breath, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. "That's what they paid for. Blackwell charm, isn't it?"

Nate pulled up a photo of Wyatt from his personnel files, turning the phone so they could see. Honey leaned in to look, her eyes widening slightly. The photo showed a man who looked exactly as Nate had described—rugged, dangerous, with eyes that held no warmth whatsoever. His dark hair was slightly longer than military regulation, and the stubble on his jaw gave him an edge that was both attractive and forbidding. "He's... intense," Honey said carefully. "That's one word for it," Prue murmured, studying the photo. "He's also loyal, professional, and one of the best close-protection specialists I've got working for me," Nate said firmly. "Lauren needs someone who can keep her safe. Wyatt's th

Nobody would look down on us and dare to speak up and face his wrath. “Wyatt. It’s beautiful, I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” “You’re right it’s a beautiful view.” He says looking at me the entire time smiling and a blush flushes my face. “Thank you, I needed this.” “I’ll always do what I can to make you happy, my little wolf.” “Wyatt… I don’t care if you’re my mate. I can’t stay away from you; My wolf can’t stay away from Cobalt. I… I… “

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

“Yes, I am.” I stopped short, not really expecting that answer. “Umm… do you even know how I look like? I look horrendous,” I said. That was a lie. I didn’t really look horrendous if one could manage to look past my scar. I had long, dark brown hair and long dark lashes surrounded my hazel green eyes. Okay, maybe I didn’t look as bad as I wanted him to think, but with my scars, I was definitely no Barbie doll. Hunter shook his head. “I may be blind, Allison. But believe me when I say that… I see you.” His voice was serious… sincere. “And you… look unbelievably beautiful to me. Like an angel sent down from heaven.”

Wyatt took a step forward; his figure was tall, and a cold and domineering pressure oozed out of him. His eyes are piercingly cold and fierce. "Enjoyed toying with my feelings, huh?” Despite the coldness oozing out of him, Wyatt's voice was steady and calm—too calm to be real. He took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere across the room, leaving his upper body bare. Even though it was a delicious feast for my eyesight, the precarious situation I was in made me unable to enjoy it.