Christina Lauren Beautiful Series Novels & Stories

It's been three days since she started delaying the inevitable event of being stuck with Dom in Canterbury. After minutes of pondering, she stood up and reached the small shelf of books she has. Her eyes locked on two books, Jane Eyre by Emily Bronte and Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. She had just finished reading Persuasion, and she was still on the assessment of her feelings towards the ending of the story. Maybe another book can take her mind off things. She decided on Great Expectations, gladly picking up the book and bouncing back to her bed, to enjoy another pleasurable surmount of reading a book.

Her hair was in an exceedingly long braid almost down to her ass and brought around to the front just over her left tit. Andros, Andre's youngest son who wasn't the only one mesmerized by her beauty asks in a low raspy whisper. “Who. Is. That.” He breaths out. She my son is Analina Stratton.” Santos looks deep in to her eyes and down her body before going up to her and throwing his arms around her small body. “GOD, WHAT A SURPRISE DAD. YOU DID FINALLY FIND HER.” Andre couldn't believe his ears as he said to his son. “WHAT?” “LINA?” Asher screeches like a girl running up to her. As he's in front of her holding her left hand he places a ring onto her finger. She looks at the ring than into Ash

She reclined on the bed displaying her bountiful charms and let Devlin come to her. Devlin took her insterposing another face on hers and that made him rougher as he imagined it was Mabel under him writhing and moaning her pleasure. He withdrew just in time and spurt his semen on Alina’s belly. Alina purred like a cat and stretched but Devlin just gave her a bored look. Mabel's Madonna-ish sweet face bordering on a goddess-like quality is far superior from Alina's classic Russian beauty. “Wow Dev, that was the best fuck ever!” she said licking lips.

Her brother deserved the best. The ping inside the elevator signaled she was on her desired floor. Taking a deep breath, giddy herself, she searched for the correct room. -Ok, calm yourself.- Buzzing the button, she waited for a few seconds. The door opened before her and her eyes widened. Goddess! The lady before her was stunning. She had an almost elfin feature. So delicate and innocent. Almost like an angel. Alexie took a small whiff, checking if she has a male scent on her --her eyes widened even more. Her queen luna was pure. Such a rare thing for humans these days. Lucky brother. She smiled delightedly --she saw the woman before her also checking her out.

Night< The following day, Cynthia´s body is repatriated to her hometown. I decide to pay my last respect to her by scattering flowers by the cliff where I had my first transformation. I stand by the cliff, watching the sun disappear below the horizon ahead. Darkness is descending all around me. Suddenly, I detect his presence and I pick up his scent. I turn to see Patrick walking towards me. My heart jumps a little at the sight of him. “Patrick.” “Hello, Laura.”

Karen kicked him so hard that his world spun when he fell, butt first. "Karen..you." He stammered, wondering what he had done. "And I'll kick you even harder when you dare think that I care for you." She barked and went back to sit on her chair, sipping her coffee leisurely. Rasmore's wolf chuckled, and he quickly knew what he wanted to remind him of. The first day he met Karen, she had done the same thing. That day, he spilled coffee on himself while staring at the beauty. He couldn't understand why someone would be as beautiful as her. Her long black hair was tied in a high ponytail, raising her face for a clear and beautiful view. Her small nose sat comfortably, charming anyone looking at

He winked at me. “Okay Alexi.” I said. “ I’ll stay for dinner. Also do you have any wine.” “Yeah I have wine that’s all I drink. Haven’t tasted blood in years. Your blood smells so sweet. Like candy.” “You can have a taste if you want I don’t mind.” “Really, are you sure. Wait before that. You know my name but I don’t know yours.” “Oh sorry about. My name is Christina .” “Christina that’s a beautiful name. It’s nice to meet you.”

"She isn't talking to the elders. She’s talking to the younger warriors. She’s gathering a private militia in the south barracks. She’s telling them that if you won't lead with strength, she will find someone who can. She is preparing for a coup, Lyon." I looked toward the bed. Christie was fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. She was exhausted from the drive, the confrontation in the hall, and the emotional explosion that followed. She looked so small against the dark silk sheets. She was a doctor, a healer, a woman of science. She didn't belong in a fortress surrounded by wolves who wanted her dead or gone. I stood guard at the door, my muscles tight and my jaw locked. My wolf was pac

Every breath. Nicholas led her straight inside, crossing through a ginormous salon that only held a few metallic decorative tables and candleholders, and a shallow yet wide pool right in the middle. Again, all covered with burning candles and flowers. Even the pool was filled with red and pink rose petals that floated into the turquoise water. Making the place look so sensual, and yet so holy. It was beautiful, and equally enticing. And it made Diana feel so incredibly relaxed. If not even a tiny bit aroused. She let Nicholas lead her even further into the temple-like palace as he continued to hold onto her hand, navigating through strips of gauzy sheets towards yet another spacious and beau

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.