The Beautiful And Damned Book Novels & Stories

She knew in a few hours, the bed would be in shambles. Emma smiled sadly as she looked at Amanda. Beautiful? Unfortunately, that's all everyone cares about. Beauty brought her nothing but pain. Emma wished she wasn't beautiful. She wished he had never seen her. And she truly wished they had never met. He's a nightmare. "Would you like to eat something?" asked Amanda and saw Emma shake her head before her gaze returned to the magnificent bed again. Her gaze was devoid of passion or excitement, only a deep sadness. She knew that on that very bed, she would lose her innocence.

Damián Feldman From the moment I left the hospital, I couldn't control the dark feeling that had formed inside me, nor the damned desire to destroy Armando, Rosalía, and Lorenzo. They were so greedy and unimaginably wicked that they hadn't even cared about ending the lives of babies to achieve their goal. I was convinced that Rosalía alone wouldn't have the capacity for such monstrosity; there were hands behind it, minds more calculating and cruel. And they were the perfect candidates.

I looked up at Gloria and she smiled at me and said, "One of my very good friends owns a modeling agency and an escort service. I've been assured that the women in that book will be more than happy to do what I want of them for what I am willing to pay. Just pick one Jack and I'll make the necessary arrangements. If you get tired of her after a couple of months you can go back to the book and pick another one. Do we have a deal?" While she had been talking I had been leafing through the book. Suddenly I stopped dead and stared at what I was seeing. Sally Ann was the wife of one of the guys I played softball with and I had lusted after her for years. "All of the women in this book play for pa

As I left the mansion later that night, legs shaky and Damien’s warm cum still leaking from me with every step, the memory of being fucked against the railing while a party happened below burned hot in my mind. I had come here to become a better writer. Instead, Damien Cross was turning every chapter of his book into my real-life corruption. And I was becoming addicted to living dangerously on the page… and on his cock.

Elena Vale had walked into Blackwood Hall and taken the one thing no one else had ever claimed. My submission. And I had given it willingly. I reached for her hand beneath the blanket and laced our fingers together. Elena squeezed once, then closed her eyes. Outside, the night deepened over Blackwood territory. Inside, Alpha Damon Blackwood lay beside the woman who had broken him and remade him in the same breath. He did not regret a single moment.

"Why? Why is this happening? I was reborn. I got everything I wanted. So, why did it still end like this?" I froze for a second. I never expected that Janet had been reborn, too. No wonder she had been so desperate in this life, so determined to chase everything she wanted. However, the darkness inside her had already sealed her fate. Watching as the officers forced her down and restrained her completely, I gave a small shrug and answered lightly, "Maybe you can figure that out in prison." The ambulances arrived quickly and carried the two injured people away. They survived. However, both of them had been blinded by shattered glass, and their faces were severely disfigured. What Janet had do

It still felt warm in my hands. Just return it. I was about to place it back when I heard it. A voice. Low. Dry. Cutting through the stillness like a blade. “I see you’ve been diligently snooping around.” I froze. The book slipped from my fingers and hit the table with a dull thud. And from the shadows in the far corner of the room, Damian stepped forward—slow, deliberate. His eyes locked on mine. His red, livid eyes that brought unwanted memories. He looked like the devil himself and before I could blink, he lunged.

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it. She moved straight toward Damien without hesitation and threw her arms around him. “Darling,” she breathed against his chest, smiling brightly. My body went completely still. ———————— AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW HI readers, if you’re loving this particular story so far, I want you to comment below or go to the dashboard and comment so more readers can be attracted to read my book and you’ll as well, help this poor author in your own little way. Thank youuuu

They belonged here, right next to me, and I needed them more than I needed my next breath. Through bitter tears and ugly crying, I saw their frames as they moved, slowly undressing and bearing themselves before me. The fucked up souls who deserved nothing but hell, fire, and brimstone, shredded down every piece of their being until they stood there, with their souls glamouring on their surfaces. I saw them, and oh how tortured they were.