Gaston Live Action Novels & Stories

A happy family. Naya felt uneasy. Her feeling proved right as the door opened. Another person entered, shocking Naya. Rosanne’s father stood up from the table and greeted the man with a smile. “Gaston, you’re finally here.” “Hi, Uncle Gaston!” Rosanne greeted. Gaston, looking much younger than Naya remembered, grinned and ruffled Rosanne’s hair. Then he looked up at her father, saying, “How could I not be here? Louisa said you caught a wild boar.”

I added, casting a side glance at the intruder in the room; Zegulf Landerman. Gaston nods and clears his throat. Then he directs his attention to Zegulf. "Alpha Zegulf," he calls. "I'll need you to excuse my brothers and me." Zegulf tsks, "You're not trying to get rid of me, are you?" Gaston shakes his head. "I will never do that." Suddenly, Gaston pauses and arches his brow. "Did you get the witch?" He asks. Zegulf clenches his teeth tight and shakes his head. "Do you still have yours?"

Malison stormed out, flung his hand aside to the direction of the girl on the floor. Running towards her body on the ground, as he bent down. Laney slowly looked at her, and breathed out a sigh of relief. "She's still alive, thank goodness!" His heart panting heavily. "You okay..?" He asked, lifting up her head, blood stain on his hand. "Wow! Malison just marked this girl! This can't be!"

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

“You were all here, safe from the chaos. Why didn’t any of you try to save them? How wicked can you be?” A few of them had the guts to look sorry for their actions but I had no desire to face them. I pulled Gaston up and he looked up at me, fearing what I would do to him next. At least he was still fully conscious. “Why did you do this to my people?” I asked. “Speak up!” “I didn’t…It wasn’t me…” he coughed out blood.

She let out a laugh and shook her head “…Yeah prince charming my butt…” She said softy to herself. “…Look there he goes…isn’t he dreamy…Monsieur Gaston…oh, he’s so cute…be still, my heart…I’m hardly breathing…he’s such a tall, dark, strong, and handsome, brute!.” She made a gag noise at that part of the song. “Yuck…ew…Gaston was like the worst looking in the whole movie…I mean seriously…his side kick was even better but not by much….”

He barged in and found a painful sight. His fiancée atop the girl, doing horrible things to her. Both of them naked. On the Princess's bed. He closed the room so the moaning wouldn’t escape. He couldn’t believe he was used to it. “Leave” the Princess moaned, glaring at him but it softened as she went under the girl. Gaston sauntered towards them, he saw the boiling water. Dragging the Princess out of the girl, he threw her into the boiling water. Her ear piercing screams didn’t move him, he threw the crying girl the Princess’s clothes, “I’d assign you to the kitchen. Leave now”.

Two could play the same game! 'Don't do that again." threatened Gaston, looking down at me, eyes glinting. I fluttered my lashes at him giving him a limpid smile, causing him to take a sharp breath. "If you don't behave, little woman,' he growled menacingly, ‘I shall haul you into the men’s room and fuck the shit out of you.'

Fire shoots out and engulfs the barrier as I scream in pain. Panic engulfs the faces of the enemy on the other side as the wall begins crumbling down in pieces, now a visible grey color. Jean-Claude, showing his true traitorous colors of yellow, attacks Gaston from behind. As Gaston falls over, the other soon to be dead-man grabs Reid and they disappear into a doorway. I launch toward the rest who were left as sacrificial lambs as the wall disappears completely and I can traverse the rest of the hallway. It only takes a moment before I’m kneeling on the floor, holding Gaston in my arms. He’s still breathing and his heartbeat is strong. One of the warriors approaches with a medical kit and be