The Beautiful And Damned Book Novels & Stories

“My uncle funded that event.” The room seemed to shrink. “So it was both of them,” Nina whispered. “Or one using the other,” Dante said. “Either way, it is too deliberate to ignore.” Nina’s voice shook. “Do you know what that feels like. To realize your entire life might have been curated.” Dante stood and crossed the room, kneeling in front of her chair. He took her hands firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I know what it feels like to realize the man you admired might be a monster,” he said. “And I know what it feels like to choose differently.”

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

Hazel cried out, stumbling back as the same unnatural energy from before filled the room. When the smoke cleared, the traitor was gone, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of burnt flesh. Damon turned to Hazel, his expression grim. “They’re inside the walls,” he said quietly. “And they won’t stop until they get what they want.” Hazel’s chest tightened, the weight of the prophecy pressing down on her. “Then we don’t let them win,” she said firmly. Damon’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. “We won’t.” ---

“Oh, Amara. You were perfect. Too honest, too pure. Exactly what Damian can’t have without breaking himself.” “Stop.” Damian’s voice was low, dangerous. “You’ve made your point.” “Not yet,” she said, stepping closer. “You want to know the truth? I never meant for her to stay this long. But she did. And now look at you-” Her voice softened to a whisper. “-a man who once built empires on logic, undone by a girl who still believes people can be saved.” I felt the words like glass splinters under my skin.

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They had been sipping drinks cursing the mate bond not choosing them this full moon. One of them, a stunning blonde with cat-like eyes tipsily declared, “I'd love to just make them explode on the spot. Just them to do it back to me. I’ve heard it’s insane. Can you imagine just being in a room, they’re thinking of you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it?” “That’s just White Forest mates though!” “You don’t know that! Dirty thoughts are dirty thoughts!”

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

"Penny, you know people in the media. Call them. If the Mercer family tries anything, I want their reputation destroyed by tomorrow." I gave him a docile little nod. The whole convoy roared up to the front of the Royale, and we marched up to room 7032. From inside came unmistakable, explicit sounds. Vivian clutched at her chest. "She's heartbroken in there. I will not let him get away with this." On her order, security kicked the door in. I lunged in first and slapped the lights on. The whole room went still. Vivian sank to the floor. "Nina… what are you doing?!"