Calling Mr Beast Novels & Stories

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

This display of a father-daughter bond, delivered as what could've been a final message, struck a chord with everyone watching. Millions of viewers in the live stream were instantly heartbroken. "Good grief! This is just tragic. That poor girl is waiting for her dad to save her, and the guy is just chilling in a cell without a care in the world." "Tristan is a total monster. That's your own flesh and blood, man!" "I'm actually sick to my stomach. How did a guy like this ever get certified as an elite animal behaviorist? The board needs to yank his license immediately."

"Good evening, Ma," James greeted Mrs. Beatrice as he saw her speaking to their gateman as soon as he walked out of the house. "Good evening, my son. Is Lerisa at home?" Mrs. Antonia asked James. She had totally forgotten that it was Lerisa's engagement day. As she was speaking to James, that was the same time Remy and his uncle's car drove out of the house. However, Remy didn't spot Mrs. Beatrice, but she already knew why Remy was there.

"Hey, mister I am not scared, I am just too shocked because I thought werewolves are just a myth." I said while calming myself. This information is too much for me. It caught me off guard and I'll be honest. I felt a little scared when he transformed. "I'm Hendrix, you keep calling me mister, I am not that old ." He said sounding a little annoyed. Is this guy having mood swings? A second ago he was laughing now he looks annoyed. "Whatever." I just shrugged. "I think you will be too shocked and stunned if I tell you everything now, so I will let you research so you can understand everything better. Can you give me a paper and a pen?"

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."

" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home. When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes. The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation. "A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said. After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female co

“Alright, Mr. Beast, but can we not do it here? What if there are people who wish to use the restroom?” “That's not a problem. They can always use the next. I know this is not the only restroom here, so,” he suddenly stripped me off my pants. I gasped as I became completely naked in front of him. “Worry not, I just want to have a taste of your sweet pussy. I missed the taste, and I can't wait to have a fill of your sweet juice.” “Turstin, why do you always like talking dirty?” “Why? Does it affect you?”

Isabella tried explaining. "What? Why didn't you tell me earlier on you fool.!!" Mr Miller shouted at his daughter. What is he going to hapoen now. The company is all that he has. "I think I need to meet Ashley." he said inwardly.

He always said the most stupid and random things that always made me laugh. By the time I stopped laughing I heard footsteps approaching the door. That must be the C.E.O! I quickly put my phone away after I made sure it was on silent, and tucked it into my bag. I straightened up my posture and faced the door as it opened. With a smile. This is it. When the door swung open, the smile I had on my face, feeling positive, soon disappeared and morphed into horror and fear. I am officaly Doomed. Why? Because here, right now before me...stood none other then Mr. Dumb nut. Sadly... Also known as Matthew Day. The CEO Of Lexon Corp.

It's the manager of the mall. She quickly hide the pampers and turn to face him. Before she could tell him it's nothing, Bryce spoke up, "we were arguing about poop. A baby poop." He stretched the last sentence and furrowed his brow, look down at her once again and shook his head. The manager named, Kyle massaged his temple. He's so done with this woman. "Kyle, I will wait in your office." Bryce said and walked away, looking back at Mel, who couldn't raise her head.