The Beautiful And Damned Book Novels & Stories

But, as air escaped my nostrils, I caught a whiff of Selena’s perfume. That scent was the very one I perceived each time my hands landed on her bare skin. Quickly, as I noticed that my anger was about to melt and turn into adoration, I shook my head and looked ahead. I should try to fight my desire for her. I should not let her get to me no matter what. The Dangerous Dame is a highly selfish person who only cares about things that will favour her. ~ As I got off the car, all dressed up in a way I would call seductive, my eyes landed on the huge dome building which was holistically lighted in a way that could blind a person.

I certainly know that one day the most terrible memories would be the most beautiful ones. I embraced him, my frail body in his arms. His cold lips touched my forehead as he stroked my hair gently. Suddenly, a very intoxicating scent hit me, it was hard, choking. It was so strong that it made my eyes water. The scent held some heat, some kind of temper and anger. Andrew and I were not alone. Someone was here with us. A very angry person. ************************************ Damian's P.O.V

They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

We looked at each other, we could smell her lies. We waited for a long time, as we stood there a group of women came to meet us, they radiated power. Not long after we approached the castle, a woman came through a door. My only thought was that she was beautiful beyond belief. Long flowing curly red hair, skin as pale as the moon soft and perfect, eyes green as emeralds. Her body looked like it had been designed by the goddess herself, with long legs, an hourglass figure, and voluptuous breasts. I stared at her appraisingly. One look and I knew I would do anything to spend an evening with this rare beauty. I would make her writhe, moan and scream from pleasure. I would relish her body all ni

Albert signaled and then the clearing was evacuated – each joined to roam the night as they always did to prepare the Hunt. If the Vampires were creatures of pleasures, it limited not only on food and sex but of the beauty of their individuality - fashion plus their charisma equals poison. For a vampire, there’s nothing more beautiful than intoxication. Now, there were not just vampires but all the Damneds. How magnificent! She thought Damneds were only Vampires. Miranda opened this new door and without doubt, she’s captivated.

Tristan snapped. “Yes,” Damian answered simply, as if stating a fact of nature. He walked toward me, heavy boots crushing leaves beneath him, stopping so close I could smell the metallic tang of blood on him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing my cheek and sliding into my hair. His touch felt like poison—cold and violating—and I jerked my face away. He only smirked. “She is truly beautiful… but the most remarkable thing about her isn’t her face or her perfect body” he said, tone darkening, “but her blood. Just like her mother’s.”

"I'm a college student. I read history books. I don't—" "Your history books won't stop a bullet from Victor's scouts," he hissed, his thumb brushing aggressively against my jawline, a dominant, possessive gesture that grounded me through the sheer force of his intensity. "Your brother sold you to monsters. If you want to survive long enough to see him pay for it, you become a monster today. Look down the sights and do not close your eyes." Glass shattered downstairs. The sound was a distant, echoing crash that reverberated through the slate floors of the penthouse. It was followed instantly by the rapid, suppressed thump-thump-thump of automatic rifles.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.