Gaston And Lefou Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

She watches me for a few seconds, but when I manage not to show the slightest hint of how much I hate the idea of her going out with Pierre, I see his shoulders ease a little. "We’re going to Bagatelle." "If you drink too much, call me and I’ll come pick you up, okay?" "Okay. I'm going to shower while Scarlett and Pierre come to get me." When Giselle walks out of the bathroom wearing a tight, short white top and an equally snug pair of black pants, I feel my expression darken—and no matter how hard I try to hide it, she notices. She turns to look at me, sadness flickering in her eyes.

However, her cleavage is still more accentuated, making Alicia way too sexy. “What do you want?” he asked. She smiled seductively and came near him to massage his shoulder, “You look tired, sir; I thought that maybe you are bored. Do you want me to please you, sir?” She said and bit Duke’s earlobe. Duke was starting to get seduced, and he immediately kissed her, getting more aroused by the fact that she responded to the intensity of his kiss. She’s also wild like the other girls he bedded.

It was so huge and hairy, different from any other specie I had seen on my days. “I-I’m sorry. They were just so beautiful and I couldn’t resist their c-charm.” I stammered out of fear. I was surprised at what I saw next. The beast changed to the one I had wanted to avoid, the one who left me to the loneliness of my room, during my heat. Bane. “How’s it that you’re here, mate? I made sure you were locked away in your room.” He said. I didn’t reply him because I didn’t know what to say. A loud growl suddenly erupted from his chest.

“She’s calming him down.” Even Jaxton witnessed this. Any sign of doubt had vanished from his face. He knew. He could see it as plain as day. “The girl belongs to Beast. If any of you have a problem with that, I suggest that you fuck off now,” Jax affirmed, pointing to the exit. Nobody did. I guess seeing is believing. Gia leaned up on her toes and peppered me with kisses. I held her face between my hands and drank my fill of her, wishing we were back home in my bed.

I asked, genuinely confused “I mean, the Pack's Alpha and Luna going into enemy territory? Won’t that anger the council of elders? Is Wayne really going to be able to handle all of this alone…?” “He’s coming too.” Elowyn said, shocking me even more “While we were waiting for you two… To get ready, Wayne was talking to Beau… I mean, with Louis, and he brought something in his luggage that caught Wayne’s attention. He smelled that scent again. His mate’s scent. Before, he thought it was some kind of illusion or deception, but not anymore. The scent was fresher this time. Louis said he borrowed the scarf from a girl named Jean, who lives among the Silverhearts. Now he wants to go there and find

He inhaled deeply, drawing the mountain air and the lingering trace of scent into his lungs. He smelled the scorched wood from my First Moon flare. And he smelled Kieran. The silver in his eyes didn't just burn... it turned murderous. "He touched you," Caspian whispered. The voice didn't belong to a man. It was the low, vibrating growl of the Beast, vibrating through the floorboards. "You ran from my bed, out of my territory, straight into the camp of the male who sold you. And you let him put his hands on you?"

After that, I went back to watching the game while Leia started playing. About five, ten minutes into the game, it was Garrison Lowe's turn to ask someone a truth or dare. He looked around the group to choose someone to ask, and his eyes landed on Leia. Fuck. She was probably the most drunk girl here. And Garrison fucking knew it. This wasn't going to end well. "Leia," he said, a smug grin spreading over his face. When her head lolled to the sound of her name, he continued. "Truth or dare?"

Hugo’s head snapped back, and before he could recover, he ran back into the mansion, whimpering. Deangelo stood there, with lava literally coming out of his nose, like a fire-breathing dragon held back by a leash, questioning how everything had gone so wrong, so fast. "Lord Deangelo..." A melodic voice called his out his name, and he turned around to see who it was. It was—it was the beauty, she was leaning against the doorway of the backdoor, looking breathtakingly sexy and gorgeous. He let out a low whistle and began sprinting toward her, like a moth drawn to a flame.

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo