The Beautiful And Damned Book Novels & Stories

A spark of electricity ran through my finger and down to my very center. “Mine,” my wolf whispered in my mind. What? She can't be yours, Fanir. She's not even out mate. “Prey,” my demon whispered back. “I can smell her blood.” I yanked my hand back as if it had been set on fire. I stood up so fast that the chair I had been sitting in went crashing to the floor behind me. I couldn’t be here. I couldn’t be around her while I was like this. I was unstable, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at any moment.

I was fortunate enough to realize these things and fight back before it's too late. At the early age of ten, I got molested and sold to different men for pleasure. I was raped, abused, and was treated lower than an actual human being. No one save me, so I saved myself. Beauty is both curse and a gift. A gift to deceive and prey weak men into their own demise. And a curse that I might eventually fall in my own game. Love is for the weak. It had made my father weak and a monster. I was pulled from my thoughts when my phone rings. It's Miss Valentine.

“I love you too so you have to stay here with me. You have to stay alive, Ry.” His face and body turned pale. His pulse was weak and I knew by heart that he only had seconds to love. I had to do something. “I can’t lose him. I won’t lose him!” My other hand summoned the Book of The Damned and as always, the book knew what I needed and it flipped pages over pages in a swift motion until it stopped on a black page with white ink.

Vivian's cheeks flushed with a deep shade of pink as Damian complimented her on her love for books. “I see you have a thing for books,” Damian said, glancing at her and catching a glimpse of her beauty. She was in her short nightgown, its fabric as white as snow, and her beauty was even more visible with less dress on. Everyone with eyes would agree Vivian was a very attractive woman, and not even a blood-sucking monster like Damian would deny that fact. Her long and slick curly hair fell down her head all the way past her shoulders, her face like a well-sculpted art from the great Michelangelo himself, and from her head down to her long smooth legs, there were no flaws visible to the eyes.

He hit the ground hard. Sky’s heart froze. “No!” With her scream something exploded inside her. It was not just fire. It was raw, elemental fury without limits. The air around her burned. Pillars of flame burst from the fog, red and blinding. The creatures recoiled, smoke rising from their bodies, but still they did not fully vanish. Damian struggled back to his feet, bleeding but alive. “We have to get out,” he said, breathless. “This place will destroy us from the inside.”

The storm soaks me to the bone as I run home, but it does nothing to cool the ache between my thighs or quiet the voice in my head whispering her name like a new kind of prayer. I am damned. And I have never felt more alive.

The sound of his laughter resonated in the room and Lilith disappear along with the book on the floor. Damien snaps his finger and suddenly whole room lightened. The lights filled the room and momentarily blinding me. after I adjusted my eyes, my breath stuck in my chest as I met eyes with the silver-grey eyes in front of me hooded. They blink and I swear they were so beautiful I couldn’t shake my eyes off them. Damien was a beautiful god.

Gale decided to insert his middle finger inside her wetness while fucking her on her butt. "Oh my, it feels so good!", She's now enjoying it. Gale's movement became faster and now he's shoving his hardness deeper. Gale tightened his grip on Eloisa's waist as he keeps moving his lower part into her wetness. " Shit, I'm coming!", Gale shouted making Eloisa did the same. Both of them catching their breath as they both reach their orgasms. ---- Life has full of heartaches and surprises. Sometimes you had to bear all the sadness and loneliness. Sometimes life is unfair too. The person you trusted the most can be the person who will betray you.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

"Yes, I was blind and deaf. I regret it… Help me. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for what I did." Elijah stayed silent for so long that Theodore assumed he wouldn't reply. Eventually, Elijah turned away. "We'll talk later. Get some sleep first." After the door closed, Theodore tossed and turned in bed. The patterns on the ceiling twisted under the influence of the liquor, transforming into the entangled figures of Calista and Sebastian. He sat up abruptly, suddenly noticing a burnt smell. Smoke seeped in through the door crack as frantic footsteps and screams erupted outside. "Fire! Run!" someone shouted.