Moulin Rouge Ewan Mcgregor Novels & Stories

“But you don’t smell like a rogue…?” “No, but you do.” He tilts his head to the side as he examines me, and I take a closer look at him for the first time. I already noticed his height, but this time I look at his curly black hair, and his warm ochre skin. His teeth are so white against his skin that they almost appear to glow, and his eyes are a unique shade of greenish-grey with a slight hint of golden flecks that also stands out against his darker skin. “Your rogue sent isn’t too strong,” he continues, “I’m guessing you’ve been on your own for about 3-4 weeks now.” A satisfied smirk crosses his lips as my mouth drops open surprised by how accurate his timeline is.

Regardless of what happens when we touched back down in Seattle, when real life intersects with this magical rendezvous, I was promising him that he’ll always have my heart. I’ll never love another the way I love him. I pulled my arm back. With his fingers at my hips, I forced my arm forward. He inhaled deeply. The key hit the water with a tiny splash and sunk. I curled into his hold, offering a forever my heart could guarantee but my body could only hope for. *** Moulin Rouge. The movie every teenage girl watches, wishing she could be Nicole Kidman. The first time I saw it, I know I spent the whole time wishing I were. Wishing I had my own Ewan McGregor acting as Christian.

"Maggi meet Alex my very good friend and Alex you already know Maggi right? She's my girlfriend now." Oh, that's surprising. I never thought of them as anything but people who work together, but I can't be less happy for them regardless. I shake Maggie's hand, "It's very nice to meet you once again." "Same here." She replies nicely with that adorable British accent of hers. I step back, almost smacking myself after realising I forgot about Rogue, "Well this is Rogue my fiancé, Rogue you already know Julian, meet Maggi Ian his girlfriend."

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

She looked downright elegant, graceful, and charming. What an exquisite lady, Ewan thought to himself. Walking over to her side, he admired the sky full of fireworks with her. He didn’t introduce himself to her. He merely spoke politely when she noticed him. “You’re different from what I thought, Ms. Gwynn.” She stared at him in response. Then, he introduced himself hastily. “I’m Ewan Mills. I’m a Silvercrestian!” She knew who he was now. Smiling faintly, she said, “I’ve watched your shows. Your acting skills are impeccable!”

I thought he wouldn't be able to do anything to me if I refused to admit that I was Rowena, but I didn't expect that he would even go as far as to find out who exactly Louisa was. "Rowena." His familiar voice pulled me back to my senses. Ewan stood close to me, his dark gaze trained on me. A storm seemed to brew in his eyes. "Don't you owe me an explanation?" His voice was hoarse and carried a slight tremor. His usual calmness was nowhere to be found. I instinctively wanted to hide from him, but he locked me in with his arms, keeping me in place. We were at a stalemate when the operating theater's doors slid open.

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

“You…you knew I worked at the club?” Ewan shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. I was not aware you were employed there until I saw you up on the stage. And let me tell you, I was bloody furious.” He grits out forcefully. His eyes gleam with rage as he explains his shock. “It took every ounce of effort I had to keep myself from going up on that stage and carrying you off. It was only my sense of duty and the fact that you walked away from him that kept me from going mad. What were you doing there, Taryn? Why were you allowing those men to look at your body?”

She stands back with a smirk on her face. After the fight breaks up, I sit in my chair and wipe my lip with my hand seeing blood on it. It doesn't bother me like it should, it hurts like hell but Ill be damned if I let it show. Allie puts her arms around me "Are you okay?".. All I can do is nod my head. Grabbing the remainder of the shots and swallow them. "You got a brush by chance in that purse of yours?"I ask allie. "That's what you want right now?"She can't help but burst out laughing. Grabbing her purse, she hands me a brush. "Here", "Thanks" I say. "You good though, seriously?". "Hurts but yeah, I'm fine. I have a question for you megan" as I turn to her. "You seem to know Eliza, why d

’ Levi stated through our mind link. ‘Fine’ I growled, and we made a quick detour to our apartment to change our clothes. Once fully dressed we rushed our way to the meeting room. I could tell that she knew that we were right outside the door. Yet, when we entered the room she almost seemed cold. Unattached. Bored. Indifferent. Before we were able to walk through the doors I heard Rogue calling Lucy a damn Whore. For that I wouldn’t tolerate anyone calling my sweet Lucy a whore. Walking into the room I kept my eyes on here as Gabi began to speak.