Eugene Cassette Beasts Novels & Stories

After a moment of silence, Caldwell, his eyes red, said, "Don't tell Poly about this yet. I can't imagine what she'd do if she knew the troupe leader was beaten and left to starve." Everyone agreed. Putting themselves in her shoes, none could bear it. Meanwhile, the Hutchinson family stayed quiet, with Madison pressing several times. Luna Cassia had no choice but to visit the Ironclaw Pack personally. Upon arrival, she learned Eugene had gone to Sask City to visit a Eugenius Team member. Said to have had an accident, he and Magnus, a Wall family foster son, rushed there.

He washed his lips particularly thoroughly, where the semen had been applied. "Bastard," Eugene muttered while standing under the water stream after thoroughly washing his face. But the irritation that had surged just moments ago had already subsided. The problem was that even though he was a bastard, he was a perfectly beautiful blond bastard. Eugene's serious fetish for blond hair and blue eyes, which had been a frequent issue from childhood until now, remained unwaveringly strong even in this situation.

"Scared?" Am I? I drag my head in a sluggish shake. "Be honest, Ella. This beast is no joke when it comes to this. And I don't want regrets. So tell me honestly. Are you ready for this?" I swallow hard, gawking at him, while he awaits for my response. It's too hot in here, suddenly. I'm burning. And I love this beast, as he calls himself. So...

I’d have to remember to thank Mags later. I studied the seating choices. My mother, wearing a precocious red suit jacket with lips to match watched me like the Snake she was, held the head of the table with Draven the creeper ‘Fat Cat,’ at her right, and Silas ‘Big Cat,’ to her left. He was a silver fox of a man probably in his 70s, damn good-looking for his age and in a casual tailored suit but yuck. On Silas’ left, a seat between them was Beckum. ‘The Dog,’ was the quiet one. He seemed to just follow the others like a puppy waiting for his inevitable reward. He was middle-aged, late 30s, with shoulder-length jet-black hair, a leather jacket stretched over broad shoulders, and biker boots t

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

This was Lena's territory and she was bound to catch up to me. Lena laughs, a very horrid sound like shattered glass. “You will be Cathy, I promise.” With this, she walks away and almost immediately,the shadows seem to come alive. Slithering forms appear from the darkness, humanoid creatures unlike anything I have seen so far. Their pale bodies are hairless and deformed, their eyes soulless and dark.

I could mostly sense that at Ember’s cabin, there were spiritual roads underground where anything from ghosts, spirits, or demons could come and go as they pleased. “Alright Damian, hold this rock.” Casey instructed. I hold the rock the size of my hand in my palm. “Now I’m going to magically add weight to it, let me know if it’s too much to handle or if it’s getting heavier.” I nodded my head and held the rock with a firm grip. Casey starts to chant in a language I’m not familiar with as I hold this rock. As promised the rock starts to get a little heavier. “Ok, this is starting to get heavier.” I turned to see Bella and Casey shocked as all hell. Ember looks confused just as I am.

The box was on a table open. "Come on Cassie that is a new article and not even a real picture. You can't believe that stuff. I know they were eccentric and a not all there but devil worshipping. Is a far stretch." Nathan said. "Honestly Nathan please you really should not open it." Cassie begged. "I'm not even close to getting the lock all cleared out." Nathan told her. He kissed her on the forehead. 'You need your refreshment." Nathan told her. They went into the tent to have their refreshments.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

"Wait… Isn't this Denise Flemington? The actress who went missing for a very long time back then?" "I thought she wrote a goodbye letter to her fans before disappearing. How did she end up in Gabriella's home?" Actually, in my last life, after getting sold to Meowmar after my family was destroyed, I had come to befriend Denise, who had also been sold to Meowmar about a year ago. She told me that she was Samael's ex-girlfriend and that he'd taken a lot of lewd, indecent photos of her before blackmailing her into selling her body and earning more profits for Crewsome Entertainment.