The Beautiful And The Damned G Eazy Novels & Stories

I hadn't moved from the living area, needing the sharp, angular reality of the high-rise to counteract the visceral memory of running wild under the moon. When the elevator doors opened, Damian walked out, smelling of cold night air, the aggressive cleanliness of expensive suit fabric, and something darker—the subtle, metallic scent of Pack confrontation. He looked exhausted, the lines around his eyes deep, his posture rigidly controlled to hide the residual pain from the ritual with Elias. He barely glanced at me, his mind clearly still miles away, fighting the ancient battles. He walked straight to the executive bar and poured two fingers of something dark and potent.

"I’m very good at finding the dirt people try to hide." Damien leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against my ear. The scent of his Oud Wood was intoxicating, a dangerous drug that made it hard to think. "If you're so good at finding dirt, Celeste, then you should know what happens to people who dig too deep in my garden."

They carry the weight of permanence, the kind that creaks with menace when pushed open, like they are warning you that once you step inside, there is no easy way back out. And as if not enough, they are framed by bouncers in all-black with that dead-eyed stillness only men paid to break bones can manage. Bass music pulses faintly even through the metal, a promise of chaos waiting inside. The air reeks of sea salt and flowers, mixed with the sharp tang of spilled beer clinging to the pavement. “Is that …” Lee sounds a bit lost, so I butt in. “Yep, that’s Damion Grimm. A beautiful specimen of the male species — champion, adrenaline junkie, big on speed, not big on taking things slow. Mel’s hub

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

Before I can respond, gunfire shatters the moment. "You have hit the jackpot!" yells Alexxis, her voice cutting through the hum of music and conversation as our eyes lock. His darkened green orbs find mine, sparking under the dim lighting, a mixture of intensity and something unspoken flickering behind them. I catch the way his jaw clenches, the muscle ticking, and I know—it’s from the way he’s noticed the men around us, their gazes raking over my body like I’m something to be devoured.

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!”

"Well, may he get exactly what he wants." "No, no, no. According to very reliable gossip source, Elise's already latched onto another man." Suzie sucked up the last bit of her drink and spoke with a mouthful, "My friend's seen her at a bunch of parties clinging to some greasy old guy with a beer belly. Supposedly a shady web drama director. Scumbag, but used to be rich back in the day…" I stopped listening. Just then, a client called, and I got back to work.

I looked at him with a blank face, "Raz... take away a lot of the perkiness and bubbly, cheery, high off skittles attitude and what are you left with?" Ezra looked at me in complete confusion, now lost on what I was saying, "Um... you would get a...still nice, friendly, compassionate girl?" I rolled my eyes, "Who does that remind you of?" "Selena Gomez?" He mumbled, confused and looking at me like I grew a second head. I smacked his arm, "No, idiot. You get pre-trauma Tiffany."

He didn't try to be quiet: none of them were. Their moans and groans were loud, so loud I'm sure the sounds would carry through the house. They cursed in words I've never heard before, filthy and wrong. They praised me with those same mouths. “We’re going to knot in you, mate,” Damian growled, his voice so rough it barely sounded human. “We will fill you up until there’s no space left in you,” Elias rasped, hips snapping up and hitting that spot in me that made me see stars.

I was looking for some steaming passionate night with no regrets and this was the right place to find just the person I was looking for. I carefully searched this place and found myself a nice spot to sit at counter right at corner... I order myself a grey goose martini extra strong.... I could feel my aura was quite attractive because while I was having my drink I was approached my handsome face.... I checked him from head to toe and he looked like handcrafted specie of heavenly father...