Ridley Duchannes Beautiful Creatures Novels & Stories

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

They would also be the one handling all the reparations and compensation to the citizens of the dukedom. It would be a very risky move and as the Duchess, I have to handle it on my own--- well, except that I have some help from time to time, like from Drew, Uriel and now: Marcus--- I guess I am just lucky in that department. And that Frielle is lucky to have them in her life--- well, to have Drew and Uriel in her life--- in the first place. ‘Oh wait, I am Frielle now.’ It looked like my brain had a short circuit for a moment there as I was referring to myself as Riene and not Frielle when I am already in the body of Frielle. Such a weird thing to happen. Weird things seem to always to happen

He and Brodie were more used to women's ways as they both spent much time in Edinburgh, but Aiden avoided society, preferring the rocks, hills, trees, and animals as his way to commune with nature. "Brock!" Rosalind came sweeping down the stairs, looking radiant in a bright-orange gown with a teal-blue sash that made her appear like a colorful songbird. He caught her up, swinging her around in his arms before he set her down so she could embrace Aiden. Her wide smile was full of joy, and Brock's own heart was bursting at the sight of his little sister's happiness. If Lennox made her feel this way, he couldn't be that bad of a fellow. But that didn't mean he completely trusted the man. "Aiden

“Adley Kross.” “Yeah.” She smiled. Her aura brought light to the room. She looked happy, terribly happy. “Estelle Bladwyn.” “Of course. The Star Activewear. I bought a few pairs.” “Thank you. That’s awesome.” “I’m into eco-friendly products.” “Hey, guys.” London in a blue evening dress. She reminded me of a royal member, looking elegant and blooming even with a baby bump. “Rome sent his donation. That man is always busy,” Striker said as he hugged everyone, including me. “I’m glad you are still with us and not running up the hill as far away from our dysfunctional family.”

She stays silent and stares at Alicia. Young Alicia is wearing a navy blue frock to her knees. Which sways with wild swings of wind to reveal multiple scratches on knees. A long scar is down to the ankle in the left foot. Elizabeth's eyes trail upwards and stop at a thick black line on the frock around her left shoulder. When thunder lightens her milky white hands, Elizabeth sees the true color of the line. It's dark red. Worrying thoughts cross her mind and her breathing stops for the moment. She waves off her thoughts.

, I bow my head “ Verses do you no justice. For you are as beautiful as the moon. Your beauty signifies the night sky. Stars twinkle in your eyes, the fruit of passion sitting right atop your lips.” A laugh echoes around me. My eyes bounce on her, her posture more proud than before. She tilts her head back, exposing the violet veins that run under her skin. Like cobwebs in a haunted house. Symmetric. Eerie. “Alpha Damon” her voice bounce off the walls. The space gives a perfect acoustic to her voice. “Creatures love to caricature witches with long black dirty nails, withered pale skin, and blood-lined teeth. They forget we aren't animals that growl and scratch their prey. We end them with a

In other panels, the wolves appear to be snuggling into each other. There are even a few panels depicting a little wolf pup that Bella finds so cute. She has to admit that wolves were never her thing before, but looking at the wooden carvings in the ceiling, she finds them to be the most majestic creatures. “That is so beautiful.” She breathes out. She turns her head to look at Adam, who is watching her with a small smile on his lips. “I am glad that you like it.”

Eyes wide. Breath shallow. “Riley.” She looks at me. And for the first time— since I’ve known her— there is fear there. Real fear. “It’s—” she whispers. Voice breaking. The ground trembles. Not the forest. Not magic. Something else. From inside her. The creatures smile. Satisfied. “Oh,” one says softly. “This is going to be beautiful.” Riley doubles over. And screams. Not in pain. In power. And the forest—

Titus says and I look at the other alphas and they nod their heads. “So she is taking the allies of Rodrick out?” I say and I look at Titus and then Destinee. “It would seem so.” Destinee confirms and I feel pride swell in my chest as I turn and watch the footage as Dahlia takes out wolves in her human form running beside unknown wolves. “Who are the wolves she is with?” I ask, looking at each person in the room when my gaze lands on Fenrir, who is smiling at the screen.

“Y-you bit me too hard!” Scarlett tried to use concealer to hide the love bite on her neck but to no avail. She ties her scarf tighter, hoping no one will see it. She’s dressed in a soft beige suit which complements her skin. Her silky hair is loose in soft curls and she’s wearing light makeup. Ryder can’t help but admire her delicate features. She looks radiant and elegant, clearly a class apart from everyone else. Even in that simple attire, she’ll make any man go crazy. Hector Hawkins really is an idiot, Ryder thinks.