The Beautiful And The Damned G Eazy Novels & Stories

The moment she opened it, Damien strode in, with zerio expression. “Turn on the news,” he said, voice calm but edged with something dark. Celeste grabbed the remote, flipping through channels until she found it. Her name in bold letters splashed across every screen. EXCLUSIVE: CELÉSTE GREY & DAMIEN SINCLAIR—A POWER PLAY OR A DANGEROUS ALLIANCE? A female anchor appeared on-screen, her tone dripping with feigned concern.

My entire body jolts, my muscles locking in a violent, reflexive spasm that forces a guttural, choked-off snarl from my throat. MATE. Damian’s voice isn't a whisper anymore; it’s a deafening, soul-shaking roar that vibrates through every single cell in my body. My vision tunnels. The edges of the boutique blur into a hazy smear of colors I don't have names for, leaving only June in sharp, agonizingly beautiful focus.

"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

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

I wonder if anyone knows that the end of a car accident is the beginning of hell, recovery and endless pain. Yet the road remains the same and people continue driving through it. Apparently a month and two weeks later, the mid September; the month I was supposed to be at UCLA (University of California and Los Angeles) with Jeremy I was seated in front of a woman named Lydia. Late thirties, slim, dirty blond hair and very beautiful. She had a welcoming aura around her at all times and she tried her best to get me to talk but she failed dismally for the past two weeks.

He rolled his eyes before he took another sip from his whiskey. D-Eazy. Another white guy trying to be a gangster rap artist. I came here in hopes of being one of the best artists to hit the radio, I knew my songs were worthy, but Milo and Limelight Records turned me into something they thought the world wanted; another female artist with flashy clothes, hot body, and sexy enough to be featured in a Playboy Magazine. Everything I despised. "And rumor has it that Damien wants you." He grabbed my by the chin, forcing me to look at him. "But you're my girl, aren't you?"

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

“Proof of every dirty deal you’ve ever made. Proof that you’ve been stealing from your own partners, laundering money, and bribing officials. It’s all there, Damian.” Damian’s face darkened. “Where did you get this?” Ethan leaned forward, his smirk widening. “Let’s just say you’re not as careful as you think.” ---

~ DAMON ~ Trust me, there’s nothing more beautiful than the sight of her lying in my bed with my sheets tangled around her body and my scent clinging to her skin. Fuck, she looks unreal, beautiful and mine. I brush a few strands of hair away from her face. Her eyes meet mine for a fleeting second before she looks away again. All I see is guilt. so much fucking guilt sitting in her eyes, drowning out everything else. She doesn’t even have to say it for me to understand. Her lips tremble faintly, and she can barely hold my gaze for more than a second before looking away again, like the guilt is already eating her alive. And fuck, I don’t want her destroying herself over it.

she added, quieter now. But even as she said it, the feeling wouldn’t settle. Hate was sharp. Clean. Certain. What sat in her chest instead was restless. Unfinished. Painfully human. Sera closed her eyes. Was it hate… or was it something far more dangerous to admit? .......................... Two nights later, Damian returned from the burial grounds with dirt still clinging to his boots and the taste of rain in his mouth. The sky had been heavy that night. Low. Pressing. Like it wanted to collapse with him.