In The Garden Of Beasts Novels & Stories

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

Nobody is here, so I'll just take a quick look around. My fingers brushed apart the beads, and just like Alice in Wonderland, I fell headfirst down the rabbit hole and straight into a BDSM playroom. “Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?” A disembodied female voice from yonder called out from God knows where. I stood as still as a statue, embarrassed to be caught gawking at all the heavy BDSM equipment in the chamber. I spun around startled, letting the beads fall back into place with a clatter. Then I came face to face with a beautiful, mature woman with raven-colored hair and steely gray eyes.

"Look at me, Jasmine." She turned slowly, and she swallowed, her eyes taking in his deep grey eyes. She started to avert her gaze, then shook her head. "I am sorry," she said quietly. "I will be careful." He watched her for a bit longer, like he was expecting more. "I..." Zane gave a small sigh. "Where would you like to clock eighteen?" Her head snapped up. "What?" "It is going to be twelve in six hours. Where do you want to clock eighteen."

“That’s where you decide what kind of monster you truly want to be.” Terra led Emma through a hall of twisted vines and crimson blossoms, each pulse of the flowers releasing a faint moan. The deeper they went, the more the air grew heavy—fragrant, charged, almost sacred. At the chamber’s end stood a wrought-iron archway etched with ancient glyphs, half glowing gold, half drenched in shadow. “This is the Garden,” Terra whispered. “Once you step through, the illusions are no longer mine. They are yours. Your soul will conjure both paths. And you must choose.”

Michael asked, “Darcy, tell us about the garden. Please?” Darcy chuckled. “All right,” he said. “Since the staff works so hard to keep the place in such perfect condition, they and the garden deserve some much-needed appreciation.” He looked around them at the charming place. “The garden is inspired by Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland, so we call it Alice’s garden. Notice all the animal-shaped bushes? The rabbit, the cat, the caterpillar, and the flamingos?” “Oh,” Akira said. “The white rabbit, the Cheshire cat, the caterpillar, and the flamingos from Alice in Wonderland.”

I started my Dora the Explorer mode on and exited the office while Alex was busy talking on the phone with his back facing my direction, walking down the hallways I can see many paintings that looked quite expensive and huge chandeliers on the tall ceilings. There were gardeners taking care of red roses in the garden, The garden was filled with red roses Does Alex like red roses? I went down the stairs that lead out to the garden, the gardeners stopped what they were doing and stared at me with a confused look "Who are you?" one of them asked me, most of them were old men that look like around 50 or 60 years old "I'm Bea the new landlady" My curious eyes then wander to the roses in the garde

Those deep blue eyes, the slicked back hair with those rebellious strands, the presence that made the air feel thicker. He lingered at the window a little longer than he should have, watching the bodyguards move with military precision. One of them scanned the upper floors, and Aiden quickly pulled back, pressing himself against the wall. His pulse thrummed in his ears. The last thing he needed was to get caught spying. Mother’s words from earlier still stung: *Do not show your face. Nobody needs to know you exist.*

“So, do you agree that GPE has set up the God’s Tomb as a trap? They must be distributing that info on purpose.” “Bingo!” Tyr nodded. “About that… Will you go?” Dillon eyed Tyr with interest. “What about you?” Tyr asked rhetorically. They exchanged smiles and looked at each other as if they already knew the answers in their hearts. In the snowy mountains of Imperial City, Spartacus’ garden continued blooming. It was the same as before, no matter how chilly the weather was on this snowy mountain, Spartacus’ garden was always shrouded in spring and blossomed with flowers.