Krennic Oh It's Beautiful Novels & Stories

"You're doing this for power. And I don’t want it. I don’t want any of it." He walked back to Vincenzo, standing beside him in silence. Kaen clapped slowly from the head of the table, a slow, sinister rhythm that filled the echo of betrayal. "Touching," he said. Then he tilted his head with mock regret. "But I'm afraid we need to move on." He pressed a button. The lights dimmed. A projector screen descended from the wall behind him. And then the video began to play. It was Nico. Naked. Arching. Gasping.

“Honestly, if I were her, I would’ve given up on me already.” “Too bad I’m not you then.” Kenna stormed in at that instant, her glittering sky blue skirt flying behind her as she moved in an incredible speed. “Are you done, Selene?” “Almost, Your Highness.” Selene moved away to show Kenna the results. Kenna gasped. “You look wonderful, honey!”

And then, she approached and took a picture with Jane. "Actually, it looks nice. The cucumber can supply water, which is good for the skin." After that,Renee leaned on the sofa, while Jane leaned back on her wheelchair, both of them looking at the ceiling. They turned around to look at each other, and... both of them burst into laughter. "Ha-ha! You look like lettuce!" "You look like my Nicholas." "What's Nicholas?" "A green turtle that I used to raise." "... " Hum, if you were not so beautiful, I would definitely refute you.

wren sat on the edge of the pool dipping her legs in the water relaxing gradually as it was indeed warm . he swam towards her standing between her legs , he still stood tall and she has to crane her neck to look him in the eyes, which she didn't like doing as the alpha king is intimidating. he put two fingers under her chin making her look at him " you are beautiful ." he said kissing her forehead making her heart melt in the process .. wren felt self conscious seeing how perfect his body is , he looked simply ravishing, magnificent.. the definition of perfection . he was too big , broad and muscled , intimidating couldn't describe him .

The fact that Alpha Lennox doesn't look away is worsening the situation. “Oro,” Renric says to Kael, “Quaeso, noli mihi dicere te coepisse amorem concipere erga sponsam meam futuram.” Lennox's eyes widen in shock and that makes me wonder what Renric has just said to Kael. “Believe me brother… not at all.” “Well I have an errand for you but first we must eat.” Renric says, throwing his gaze back to the plate of fried rice before him.

​Kendra kicked off her six-inch designer heels the moment the penthouse doors closed behind them, letting them clatter loudly against the marble floor. She was holding her tablet, her eyes locked on the screen with a smug, victorious grin. ​"Look at this, darling!" Kendra squealed, holding the screen up to Julian's face. "The Monaco daily print caught us by the harbor. They called me a 'mysterious, classic American beauty.' They didn't even mention that boring socialite crowd from last night."

"There was never a way back." The second I walked through the cathedral doors with my men behind me, every fake smile disappeared. Music stopped. Glasses shook. The people started screaming. Good. Let them panic. For ten years, they thought Salvatore Romano was dead. Tonight, I reminded them why monsters are hard to kill. Smoke rolled in behind me from the burning entrance downstairs while my men locked every exit. Guns raised. Nobody moved or breathed. Then I saw her. Lena Moretti. The bride. In a white dress, dark hair falling over her shoulders and pretty enough to start wars.

Karen’s smile widened—sweet, practiced, but her gaze swept over me like a knife searching for a weakness. I lowered my eyes and slid into the chair Narvia indicated, forcing my hands still when they wanted to tremble. The clatter of cutlery resumed, though the undercurrent in the air was thicker now. Kristen’s gaze burned against the side of my face. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. Karen broke the silence first, her voice light and melodic. “You have such a beautiful packhouse, Alpha Kristen. Damon and I were just saying how much we admire the way you run things here. Very… disciplined.”

Nico Anyone who says red isn’t a color to worship has never seen Wren in this dress. God. She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Dangerous. The moment she walked in tonight, my heart skipped—an involuntary beat I haven’t felt in years. It’s been a long time since I’ve collared a submissive as mine. Too long. But one look at Wren—especially in one of Sovereign’s scant uniforms—and all I can think about is fastening my collar around her neck, staking my claim where everyone can see it.

“Enjoy tonight and keep pretending to your worthless self that he belongs to you. Alpha Ronan is mine, I hope that sinks into your thick skull.” She stepped back, her expression pleasant again. I stared at her. A noble noticed my expression and asked, “Everything all right?” Wren answered before I could. “Of course. I was just telling Auren how beautiful the ceremony is, isn't that right, Auren?” I forced my lips to move. “Yes… It is.” Wren patted my shoulder and walked away, laughing with the visiting nobles. Her voice carried across the crowd, she looked perfectly innocent. Silver stirred so fiercely beneath my skin, like an animal recognizing something wrong beneath a pleasant scent.