Francesca Hetfield Novels & Stories

He sighed in relief, although he was still concerned. "Tristan, do as she says. Everyone! Step back!" Hecate shouted, and Tristan had no choice but to follow the urgency in Hecate's tone. So did everyone. All of their eyes were now on Francesca as she levitated off the ground. The streams of gold and silver spiral throughout the length of her body. the most amazing thing was that Francesca was completely calm about it, looking divine and breathtakingly beautiful in the sky. She knew what she was doing. And Tristan couldn't decide if he was awed or fearful of her at the moment.

I didn’t have to vividly explain it all. The song throbbed through the room, the lyrics echoing the very question that had been haunting the two of us. A hand fell on Cale’s shoulder, making us both spin around. It was Francesca, looking like a dark queen in a sheer black lace dress and heavy gothic makeup that made her eyes pop. “Hey,” Cale said, returning her quick, firm hug. “I’m so happy you guys actually showed up,” she said, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as if it was a hidden resentment and betrayal surfaced just now. The silence stretched on, filled only with her shaky breaths and my racing thoughts. I wanted desperately to comfort her, to tell her I didn't truly suspect her. But something held me back, some instinct for self-preservation. She fixed her eyes on me, a mixture of hurt and anger flashing through them. "I can't believe this shit. How could you think like that? She was my friend, Fridays. Another fucking one that I lost through the course of games," she said, her voice catching in her throat.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

Vampire stuff, I guess. I was distracted by Seb returning. He climbed up onto the bed behind me, sitting so that I was in between his thick thighs. He placed his forefinger and thumb on my chin and turned my head so that my injured cheek was facing him. Then I felt him start dabbing at my face with some kind of unguent. “Arnica” he muttered, apropos nothing. As if he’d heard my silent question. “It’s a deep scratch, but you should heal.”

she sat at the back of the limousine and Alexis joined her. ***************** They stopped at a big organization, made with glass and STARFORCE was boldly written on it. that alighted from the limousine and the reporters began to murmur. ** wow she look so beautiful ** finally the summers now have a female dancer and vocalist among them. ** woah!! dream look so hot as ever, our forever best rapper. ** Alexis and branny you look super handsome, love you our main vocalist" the reporters and crazy fans kept screaming. " Their screaming are really annoying" Nicki muttered walking into the main building

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

So he remembers me, isn't he? He had a strong grip on my face and steadied myself on the spot preventing me from falling and continued the kiss further. I started to respond to the kiss and felt him smiling between the kiss. Oh, God! How badly I missed his warm embrace. Harry's POV: She proved herself as a gold digger, I felt betrayed and cheated. She played a great role but she doesn't know whom she has messed with. She thinks of her as a smart ass but failed already. When I told her I am not coming to the bar, she asked my enemy Jace Craven to go with her.