Gaston Meme Novels & Stories

“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.

“I found this on my way here.” Rosanne looked at the acorn and pouted, “But I’m not a squirrel, Gaston. Come on!” Everyone at the table laughed. Standing on the side, Naya watched their interaction with wide eyes, feeling confused. Gaston was friends with the Crimson Stone Pack? Slowly, Naya’s eyes traveled to Gaston’s hip. Hanging from his belt was an emblem—a stone belonging to the Crimson Stone Pack. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at Gaston. But the surprise she felt was nothing compared to what she felt when she heard Gaston’s next words.

You see i told you he is mile better than you, just go upstage and be done with it, " Gao yu's mum said as she looked at Gao yu's father. Hearing this Gao yu's father stood up, he knew that if he say he can't do it then maybe the next time Gao yu mum will say that Gao yu is one million miles better. "you see my suggestion was really good," yu who ever since they come to the party has been only roaming about only returning during the time when Gao yu's mum talked about Gao yu bringing up suggestions with her said as Gao yu saw him guy down a cake piece. Gao yu has really been wondering how a ghost like him can hold things and even eat like humans but he has explained that he is no longer a g

“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!

When my eyelids snap open, my vision tracks a large group of high-caste elders and warrior executives walking out of the council room alongside Gaston. Gaston's eyes instantly spot my physical form standing directly at the door of the boardroom. After exchanging a few brief, low words with several senior commanders, his long strides move straight toward my position. "Why is your physical mass still occupying this corridor?" Gaston asks, his tone vibrating with impatience. He thought his cold words had already made the layout completely clear to my mind earlier today. Because his brain holds absolute zero memories regarding Brooke's face, he views my constant advances as desperate pestering,

he clenches his fist by just remembering his name. Gaston is the leader of the werewolf hunters. Those guys have been hunting them for so many years, they are mainly the reason why a lot of the pack members lost their loved ones. Even other packs on the other territories fear them. They have a lot of strong members with a high-powered weapons. They are using silver bullets which is the weakness of every werewolf. We'll except him. He was born immune to silver. He was just waiting for this moment that he will get to find Alice and he promised to kill all those hunters who are making their lives miserable.

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Rebecca POV: I’m seated on the bed crossed, I have been more obsessed with the clone phone of Gaston these days. Just as I was about to close it, he types a text telling Diana, “I’ve done it” What does he mean? I can hear footsteps towards the room and I hid the spare phone under the pillow. Gaston walked into the room with an envelop in his hand, a bad feeling washes over me. He hands over the envelope to me,

Gaston was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that permanent smirk etched on his face like he already knew what I was about to say. “Send a message to the board right now,” I said, not wasting time. “Concerning the pin.” Gaston tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Ah,” he drawled, “I think I know what you’re trying to do.” I raised a brow at him. “Do you now?” His smirk deepened, slow and lazy. “You’re baiting. You want Teddy’s father to react.”