Gaston Novels & Stories

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

Isabel was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase staring at her mate who was on the couch in the living room staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face. She sat there deep in contemplation. How does she approach her mate after treating him so badly? She was filled with guilt and remorse for almost killing her mate. Unlike her wolf, her beast wasn’t easy to tame, that was why she had no control of her actions in the last couple of hours. It shows up whenever she is in a very difficult situation or when her anger is at its peak. Ever since Isabel found her mate, she has made a concerted effort to conceal her beast, by frequently suppressing her anger because she feared that he

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Is he still stuck working at that convenience store? As I worried about him, I glanced at Gaston’s back again. He was tall. His broad shoulders, the straight, military set of his spine, and the sheer power in his frame were identical to Logan’s. Even the expensive fabric of the suit couldn't hide the perfect, muscular build beneath. Perhaps Gaston also spends his free time at the training pits, I mused, never once suspecting the truth.

I stare at him a little dumbstruck for a moment. “I am guessing you are Princess Nova?” he asks in thick Southern American accent. I’d say New Orleans. “I am Garrett, your tutor” he says holding out a hand for me to shake. The second I take his hand, I regret it, his hand is warm and soft but his grip is strong yet gentle. I imagine holding his hands. What the hell is he doing to me. My brain is short circuiting. I realise I still haven’t said anything. “Yes. Sorry, I am Nova!” I say too brightly. I try not to show how much I am inwardly cringing at my voice. “Sorry I am a little distracted today”

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.

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 layou

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

—"No. We’re here for business… well, Bastien is." —"This is my husband, Alejandro." —"Alejandro?" Bastien said. "I thought his name was Azzael." Agatha blinked, surprised, and looked at Azzael. —"Well, that is his name. But it’s hard to pronounce, so people call him Alejandro." —"I see." —"We have to go. Nice meeting you, Kate. I hope you enjoy the town." —"Thank you. It looks beautiful." —"If you’re hungry, that restaurant over there has great food."