Gaston X Lefou 소설 & 이야기

I whisper painfully. “For God’s sake, Giselle. It’s me—Kalet. I’m your friend.” “Are you really?” I ask, my voice sharp. “Of course I am. Why would you even doubt that?” “If you’re truly my friend, then why did you hide the fact that Nathan had enough evidence to destroy the Lefebvres and help me get my lab back? Answer me!” I cry, watching as he exchanges a knowing glance with Nathan, still kneeling on the floor.

He gave a melancholy appearance, and I knew then that he wasn't entirely pleased to meet me. "Oh my, you are stunning." Gordian enveloped me in an embrace, throwing me off balance. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He looked barely a few years older than Garvin, and his eyes were Amber-like liquid gold. Eyes of a ravenous wolf. His hair was wheat blonde, and his skin was almost pale. "It's fine," I said, smiling at him. Unlike Gaston, Gordian's eyes carried a hint of sincerity and genuine happiness. "I'm guessing Gaston is your Elder brother. And hold on... You're the last child," I joked to ease the underlying tension between Gaston and me.

he inquired, taking a sip of his whiskey. "A man named Gaston, self centred and selfish incited the villagers to go kill the beast. He was in love with belle-- well that was what he thought. But he was more in love with himself. The reason he just wanted Belle was for his ego. Belle had rejected him countless times and he couldn't deal with the rejection so he wanted to get her by hook or by crook. When he learnt of Belle's stay in the beast castle, he caused an uproar within the villagers to go kill the beast"

Pierre echoed. At this time, Severin's other paternal uncle, Clement Feuillet, had arrived too. When he saw that Gaston had already arrived, Clement immediately stepped forward and said, "Wow, look who the cat dragged in! You're here too, big shot! We don't get to see you very often!" Gaston could not help but smile triumphantly when he heard his third brother calling him 'big shot'. He pretended to be modest and said, "Please, I'm not some big shot. I'm just barely eking out a living."

Standing behind Julian was a man who looked like he had been sculpted out of old Brie and concentrated arrogance. He wore a scarf in the middle of a New York heatwave, carried a leather-bound notebook like it was the Holy Grail, and had a mustache so sharp it could probably open a tin of sardines. "Meet Monsieur Gaston Lefebvre," Julian announced, looking like he’d just won the lottery. "He is the lead culinary critic for Le Monde and this is the best part, he was born and raised three streets away from the bakery where you claim to have apprenticed."

It had been ten days since Kate had left his side. Bastien walked confidently toward a room in the filthiest hotel he could find. He opened the door—there was Fabio, with several days’ worth of beard. He’d been running from Bastien. By now, everyone knew Bastien had gone mad because of Fabio’s son. He had completely destroyed two organizations in search of him and that impostor. The city was in chaos; everyone feared being attacked by Bastien. He was merciless.

“Of course.” I crossed the room to my dresser, tugging out black jeans and a fitted shirt. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror,hard eyes, sharper smile—as I slid the fabric over my skin. “He’s trying to climb, Gaston. That boy’s hungry. I’ve seen it in his eyes since day one. He’ll smile, play humble, act like he’s just grateful to breathe Teddy’s air…” I pulled my hair into a knot, then strapped my holster to my thigh. “But all the while, he’s reaching. Climbing. He thinks he’s clever enough to rise to the top.” “You think that’s a problem?” Gaston asked, arms folded.

Gaston declared defiantly. "If I've done nothing wrong, I have nothing to fear. Naturally, I won't run," Yaslyn replied with a calm smile, causing Gaston to wonder if he was accusing the wrong person. "Furthermore, I'd advise you to think before acting. Do you think Mr. Hendrix Jurado is unaware of what you think you know? Why hasn't he taken action? Do you really not understand why?" Yaslyn's questions left Gaston momentarily speechless. Gaston, a man in his forties, found himself being lectured by a young woman in her twenties. It was somewhat humiliating. Despite his discomfort, Gaston, having no firm ground to stand on, had no choice but to swallow his pride.

~Louisa's POV~ His rough hands pinned my wrists above my head, the cold metal of the elevator wall biting into my back as Gaston's mouth crashed against mine. 'That's it, you greedy girl,' he growled, his fingers plunging deep inside me, curling just right to make my hips buck wildly. I gasped, my body betraying every ounce of ambition I'd clung to, as his thumb circled my clit with merciless precision. The wine from dinner swirled in my veins, mixing with the forbidden heat pooling between my thighs. He dropped to his knees, yanking my dress up, and buried his face in my pussy, tongue lashing like he owned it, because in that moment, he did.

They shrugged. "It wasn't expensive just so you know. It took time though and the guy almost didn't give it to is. I almost broke his finger" Leon said grinning "So this is why you ask me for the pictures. We love it guys. Thank you very much" Nathan said to them "Anyways enough with that. I'm just letting you both know, its glass as you can see so if it breaks, it can't be fixed. Also we got gifts for our granddaughter." Leon ssid smiling "Fuck I feel old" He muttered quietly. I snickered and he smirked.