Gaston Live Action Novels & Stories

Gaston's tone holds absolute zero emotion. Evelyn's lips twist with aggressive dissatisfaction. "What is the matter with your internal beast, Gaston? Your mate has returned to the pack! Is your soul not happy to harvest this news?" "Of course my beast is happy," Gaston pauses for a few seconds before his voice responds with flat calm. Evelyn can harvest zero semblance of real joy in his delivery. His spirit is totally indifferent. His cold words cause her alpha blood to boil with rage. Richard tugs on Evelyn's wrist, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Something is entirely wrong with this layout. Gaston does not operate like this during normal seasons. Could a dark doom have struck his br

Charlotte laughed because it wasn't Lucifer's job to lock the motor lightly. He walks around and here he follows the look of the photo spreading on social media. Charlotte looked on until she found Lucy with three people. A woman and two men with their backs turned. From not far away. Charlotte was shocked to see the SIDE FEATURE of the woman laughing and holding Buko Juice. It was as if Charlotte's world had stopped. Spontaneously his feet walked closer to where it was. Lucifer was surprised to see Charlotte approaching Ely. So was the young woman unconsciously staring at Charlotte. Moments later, he suddenly kissed Ely. "Charlotte!" Lucifer exclaimed. He pulled away from her hug with ELY,

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

Gaston declared defiantly. "If I've done nothing wrong, I have nothing to fear. Naturally, I won't run," Yaslyn replied with a calm smile, causing Gaston to wonder if he was accusing the wrong person. "Furthermore, I'd advise you to think before acting. Do you think Mr. Hendrix Jurado is unaware of what you think you know? Why hasn't he taken action? Do you really not understand why?" Yaslyn's questions left Gaston momentarily speechless. Gaston, a man in his forties, found himself being lectured by a young woman in her twenties. It was somewhat humiliating. Despite his discomfort, Gaston, having no firm ground to stand on, had no choice but to swallow his pride.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

“I said, who are you? And why did you bring me here?!” He suddenly laughed out loud, a laugh that sounded like the noise that horses make. “Oh, Haven’t I introduced myself yet to you, Milady? Hahahaha! I’m Gaston and I will be your guard for today.” He’s a tall dark man with red hair and a creepy smile on his face. He’s studying at Chasung High too, since he’s wearing the same uniform with Rafael. “Why did you bring me here? Did I do something bad to you?”

My skin felt like it was crawling with a thousand tiny ants. "Let me help you out of these clothes," Gaston whispered. The sight of my flushed cheeks, parted lips, and dazed eyes seemed to excite him so much that his voice had gone hoarse. He unbuttoned my blouse, and his eyes burned red as they fixed on the swell of my chest. "No… Wait… I have to go to Stevie…" I gasped and stopped Gaston in time. I had to know what Faye and Stevie were really up to!

It’s obvious he’s not done with whatever they were punching each other over yesterday. “I came to get my trainee,” Gaston replies, clearly enjoying the rise he is getting out of Phantom. “We should get back.” He rubs my arm and looks at Phantom, who's so red he looks like a lobster boiling in a pot of hot sauce. Smiling wickedly, Gaston brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear. Unfortunately, the small act spikes my pulse, temporarily leaving me out of breath. What is also unfortunate is that they can both hear it. I smack his hand away, wondering if werecreatures in Rome disregard personal boundaries altogether.

“My private ascent is compromised.” His terse words made me wonder if I was annoying him. I racked my brain for a new topic before deciding to hold my tongue. I’d dealt with the erratic moods of Alphas before. Gaston seemed so different in our digital chats—warm and engaging. Here, he was a glacier. Logan, meanwhile, was struggling. His throat burned from altering his pitch, and he feared any extended dialogue would betray his true scent or cadence. Suddenly, a cacophony erupted from the shaft above. Gaston’s device vibrated.

What little I knew is that they were sent there for mistakes, and that was it. “Hon, don’t ask that again… just keep your head down and do as you’re told and you can live a very happy life here.” Gaston finished off his plate and stood up. He puffed out his collar on his shirt and dusted off his pants, giving me a little smile. “I know, how about I show you the home theatre? I haven’t had anyone to play racing games with me in a long time, and I don’t feel like doing anything else today. What do you say?” He gave me puppy dog eyes, pouting his lower lip.