The Beautiful And Damned Book Novels & Stories

Eli finished, brows lifted. ‎ ‎Damien nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching as he handed over the file. “Tell me that doesn’t mess with your head a little.” ‎Eli’s smirk sharpened, eyes glinting. “It turns you on, admit it.” ‎Damien rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the flush creeping up his neck. The mystery did something to him — that kind of power, hidden in plain sight. It was dangerous. Untouchable. ‎And now… suddenly within reach.

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Lightning flashed once, twice, illuminating their entwined forms—glistening, marked, utterly sated yet already stirring with the promise of the next time. The dam had broken wide. And none of them wanted the flood to stop.

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

“Yes… yes, Damian. I’m yours.” Damian’s eyes darken, heat radiating off him. “Good. That’s all I needed to hear.” And with that, the tower, the storm outside, and the danger lurking in the city fade away. Only Damian and Eli exist. Bound by trust, by desire, and by a dominant, unbreakable connection that neither can deny. The tower is quiet except for the low hum of the security system and the soft rustle of Damian moving around Eli. Eli lies back on the bed, limbs slightly trembling, heart still racing from the adrenaline and Damian’s intense presence. His chest rises and falls rapidly as Damian circles him like a predator, eyes scanning, calculating, and measuring every inch of Eli’s body—

He stated and the second his name left his lips I felt all hope come crashing down around me. Damian. Cali’s Damian. He was Cali’s boyfriend. I stumbled over my own feet and almost tripped as I turned my head away from him, but he held me tight. Suddenly though I wished he would let me go. Even if it did mean falling flat on my face. This was Cali’s Damian. The woman who had just saved my life, the amazing badass shifter that torched our captor with the flames that erupted from her body while she was getting us out of that hell hole that I had been stuck in for the last six months.

Death is like vanishing into thin air, leaving behind nothing but traces of their presence on these pages or our minds. We visit the last floor. The wooden staircase creaks heavily under our weights. This hall smells like old books and dry wood. The ceiling is low here and the temperature is warmer than the bottom floors. I take off my jacket and carry it in my arms. Celeste goes inside a room-like separate area and Ryder observes the visual representation of the flood modeled with ceramic. I look at it too and try to imagine how the dam would have broken, flooding the town to almost death. "Oh my God! Guys, you have to see this," Celeste comes to the two of us in a hurry and drags us in tha

I was just about ready to step out from behind the screen when I heard a distinct growl from up above and sure enough looking up I saw her angry face and felt the piercing glare as the High Priestess did not hold back her growl as she looked down at me. “Look at you, you look like a whore with your new curves. It's disgusting. You’re disgusted with your half-colored hair. I detest you!” “That is quite enough from you Melina,” Sarah yelled back at her. “What say do you think you have here you a red demon? You should leave before I destroy you!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and I could see her grip on the balcony railing. “Destroy me? Oh my dear that is something I would like to see.”