Gaston X Lefou Novels & Stories

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."

“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?”

She started hanging out with him a few hours at a time and he would ask her to spend the night she respectfully decline every time. Leo’s mom and daughter were please once they realized they were now back in contact and would often stop by the gas station to see her. It was a bit awkward considering she does not trust his intentions. On capris birthday Belle strode in the store with five dozens red roses that were two times her height. They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you.

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

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?"

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.

His body is far too massive for a female of my size to really carry, but I lean my weight into his side, hoping I can help his legs keep their balance. We take a sharp left turn around a stone pillar, and the breath catches hard in my throat. Standing right under a purple neon light is a tall, thick-necked warrior wearing an elite pack earpiece, his sharp cheekbones casting long shadows. His eyes are narrowed, scanning every single wolf that walks past. "What is it?" Lestat mutters, his voice dropping into a low frequency. "One of Lady Genevieve's lead trackers." It is the brutal enforcer I always called Creepier.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

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.