Novelas y relatos de Dongwoon Beast

"Sochun, watch where you push people." "That's the ugly cow I was telling you about." Sochun dropped her glasses on the ground and stomped on them. Doona watched the lenses bend then snap loudly. Her mother had gotten those for her after her orchestra performance in Dubai. "What! Damn dude... She freaking looks like a mushroom." Jiwoon bent forward to get a better look at Doona like she was an animal in the zoo. There was now a medium-sized crowd gathered around the fiasco. Did no one in this school have anything better to do? Doona thought.

- added Dong Min. - I do not care about that. I have to do it all to capture the real beauty forever.- his friend replied.- I doubt they'll catch me, but even if they will, I won't regret anything. I achieved my main goal, I have Ye Eun. From now on, if I would be able catch more, I'll only be happier.- he continued.- So stop talking nonsense and just do what I am asking you to do, okay?- he asked in a slightly nicer tone.

“No!…get away from…help!….Nola-“ The distant caw of a girl’s shout reached my ears and I scrambled out of bed again to bang on the door, before pressing my ears to it, the ring of the silence that followed twisting my heart to an unhealthy knot in my chest. “Amelia? Dennis!… Layla is that you?” I screamed, flexing my ears to listen to the air and knocking a hand to my ribs as a wave of dizziness fell over me. How long had we been in the beast’s den? Would the village Alpha be looking for us too? Even if it was just the bones they were after? I had zero doubts that Alpha Romero would chain us and throw us back to the beast if we ever made it out and back to the village. What with his pompous

"I knew it was you, Ax. I could smell the stink from afar!" Angel said in disgust after he had walked into the alley and saw a young man with silver eyes. "Haha, I see you still hate me. Still, that's no way to talk to your older cousin. You know we had some good childhood memories." Ax said in a humorous and yet dangerous manner. "I think that you might be confusing me with another wolf because if my memories serve me right, you were my worst bully." Angel said with hate in his eyes.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

Pandora said walking into the room with May and I placed a hand on my chest trying to control myself while Elias winked at me. With everyone dressed the same. I started to guess it was a standard for events like this. "Where is Dom?" Pandora asked and Elias and Jordan snuck glances at me. Creed walked into the room next and even though his brothers all wore the same suit he wore it better. His hair was combed back and his face was cleanly shaven. The suit fitted him well highlighting his, biceps. "Well finally the show pony has arrived," Elias joked. "Don't be jealous because I'm a pony and you're a donkey," Creed teased back and the boys including May tried very hard to hide their laughter.

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I just wanted to keep looking into them. I was checking him out. Did I hit my head when I tried to kill myself? His smirk widened, as if he had caught me ogling him. “My name,” He paused, “It’s Damon.” Oh! “Damon.” I murmured, testing the name on my tongue. It was a masculine name and it suited him. He was all man. Big and strong. And soft, a voice popped up. I groaned inwardly. What was this problem with me?

"Fine. I get your point. Still, it's kind of risky. You don't know what relationship The Apex Order has with the Doomers, so you have to be careful.” “The Apex Order?” Boma was confused. “Donovan’s cult is called The Apex Order.” “Oh.” “You did not know?” “It’s not important to me. I did not bother to find out.” “I understand your disinterest.” Said Hilda. “Still, as I was saying, seeing another P. O’s girl might not be worth it if you don’t know what relationship Donovan’s cult has with the girl’s P. O’s cult. I say send Donovan a text. Beg him or something. Do it now and see what he says. After all, he has not really threatened to punish you over this. He only said you will have to leave t