Gaston X Lefou Novels & Stories

I watch his eyes light up with anticipation. “Excuse me while I go hurl,” Gaston mutters, taking his leave. “That's an effective approach to getting rid of him. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to do just that for years.” Phantom chuckles. I scrunch my face, feeling guilty for running Gaston out of his own home. “You’re upset he left. I can go get Gaston if you want him here.” Phantom watches me carefully, searching my expression for answers indicating I want more from Gaston than just his return.

He said, playing with her undergarments while she was trying to remove his hand from her body. “We reached…" He said and Arina saw the big metal giant gate open for Reyan's car. Arina was admiring the view of the big river-type fountain placed in the center of the big garden and the best part was a giant wolf status in a sitting position around the fountain. The speed of the car was slow, and Arina was so engrossed in architecture that she forgot that Reyan's hand was still inside her thong. The old architecture of the mansion was marvelous, the print of wolf, forest moon, it was like she was in a fairy tale, She had read about werewolves for once she thought what if Reyan is a wolf, A werew

Louis exclaimed stepping out of my office, "I was looking for you, babe. I wanted to introduce you to August. August, this is my wife Eva.” "Oh, you have exquisite taste, Louis,” the man nodded, taking my hand to bring it to his mouth. “If this is how your wife looks like, I don't want to imagine how she... sings.” A shudder of repulsion ran through me when his mouth made contact with my skin. Who the hell was this guy? "I think I'm at a disadvantage,” I said, pulling my hand back, "Who are you?" He just chuckled; a fact that brought me even closer to Louis.

Yet it completed the puzzle when Ace gave me what he printed. "That's the list of the gala's guests, looks like your man is there. Hugo Lefebvre was once a black sheep of the family. Entered a gang which was eventually supported by his father and became a clan. Two years ago he got interested in business and a specific girl. Their company, Oasis, was once linked to Galiviosa but somehow had to stop after Valimier died. It took a while for them to retrieve the relationship between both companies since it was still Amaya handling Galiviosa at a young age. While your therapist, he's currently in Japan and I placed his address there. For the other person who sent the money though, I have been ab

"kyle, how's your health? i hope your chest doesn't hurt again? play with your friends and forget about anything that could be bothering, your brother-in-law and i will take care of you ~~love you xoxo" gaston had realized that i had little or no interest in his talks still he persisted, he dipped his had in his pocket and brought out a cheque. it's a cheque of 5 million dollars. i raised my head and looked at the cheque from the corner my eyes, "what is the meaning of this gaston?" he paused for some moments then he began, "even though we've broke up, i still consider you a friend" i dropped the phone in my hand and looked at him with haughty gaze, "what brings about this cheque?"

They marched down the side of the house to the backyard. "No way in hell are you naming my son Fussyfoot," Xavier growled. The two ladies stared at him with mouth agape, then exchanged a speaking glance before busting out in a pearl of laughter. "Not your son, silly, the gazelle. Amèlie wants to keep it as a pet." Isabelle explained, throwing her brother a laughing gaze. Xavier frowned. Isabelle held back a laugh, knowing what must be going through her brother’s head. Amèlie told her Xavier had allowed her to keep the gazelle because she argued it was too young to be eaten. Xavier must have imagined she had wanted to keep it as livestock, not a pet. When Xavier raised a bewildered gaze at Is

Gwenevere lamented. The volume of the music was brought down as the white man got down from the vehicle. Mr. Patrick did not have a smile on his face. He was here for battle. His patience was over, he was here to take things the hard way. Unfortunately, and inopportunely, Gwenevere could see him walking towards their table. As soon as he got to them, he began “Where’s your rent, Mrs. Malton? Tell me you have it already.” he stated looking down at Hannah on the chair which she sat on.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

the man continued. Chateau glanced at Gabriel and Aurora, eager to gauge their reaction, only to be stunned. Both appeared shocked—Aurora looked ready to cry, her trembling hands covering her mouth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Gabriel, too, was visibly shaken. Who was this man to provoke such emotions? "Oh, let me introduce myself first," the stranger declared with a smirk. "I’m Louis. Louis Chaloux." The crowd turned toward him in unison, and those familiar with the name reacted visibly. For those like Chateau, who didn’t recognize him, Louis clarified, "Or more precisely, Louis Levere."

He was soaked with sweat, his eyes bloodshot red and their surroundings heavy as though he had been shedding tears for hours. He cared for Asher, and it gladdenned my heart to see that someone was there who would do anything for him. But that someone wasn't me, at least not at that time. "Look, Gaston," I started to speak while sniffing in my own tears. "I love and I appreciate the fact that you care about your master and that you are loyal to him, but you are wrong, okay?" "How? How so?" He spoke with so much confidence, although laced with pain, like he knew something that I didn't know.