The Beautiful And The Damned G Eazy Novels & Stories

Within the separate, Ethan saw a faint shine, a little, flashing light that appeared to beckon them forward. “That's it,” Miriam said, her voice resounding within the emptiness. “The heart of the abyss.” They moved towards the light, the quietness around them was harsh. As they drew closer, Ethan felt the weight of the obscurity squeezing down on him, the air became colder with each step. At last, they came to the heart of the abyss, a gigantic, throbbing sphere of darkness that drifted within the air before them. The light that had drawn them in was coming from inside it, a little, flashing fire that appeared to be battling against the obscurity.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

Their touches lingered longer than necessary — hands on waists, fingers brushing thighs, heated gazes in the brief moments between battles. Midnight Confessions In a longer lull around 3 AM, they sat together near the center of the roof, backs against each other in a protective triangle, catching their breath. “I keep seeing their faces,” Kael admitted quietly. “Every infected I kill… I still see my little brothers.” Serena reached back and intertwined her fingers with his. “I smell burning sage and Elara’s perfume every time I close my eyes.” Damien’s voice was low. “I still hear Viktor’s last words. ‘My greatest pride.’”

she pouted. “I know, right?” Tom giggled. “Look at you giggling like a little girl, tsk tsk.” Avery shook her head and laughed. Later in the night, Damian’s new song finally got released and Avery jumped on her bed and took a deep breath before she pressed play. It started with slow piano melodies, which she guessed he composed himself. Then, other instruments joined and she recognized Elias’ voice, and she smiled as he thought he was doing well. Avery's heart threatened to burst inside her chest when Damian’s part arrived.

Every instinct screamed danger. Damian glanced back once, eyes soft despite everything. “You ready?” Eli nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Let’s break your leash.” Damian placed his hand on the core. The Gate awakened. And everything exploded into white. The rooftop wind howls like a living thing—tearing at Eli’s clothes, ripping warmth from his skin, swallowing his own voice when he tries to scream Damian’s name. The world is dark except for the sickly yellow security lights flickering overhead, stuttering like a heartbeat on the edge of cardiac arrest.

Although there’s a glint of amusement dancing in his amethyst orbs, betraying his masked disposition. Just as I’m about to say something, Damian speaks up behind me. “Oh? Our little mate was being naughty?” His face has a smirk on when I turn back to look at him, “Were you trying to eavesdrop on us, sweetgirl?” He says, lowering his towering form on one knee, “I wasn’t eavesdropping.” I mutter. Damian shoots an eyebrow up, a look glinting in his ember eyes. They catch the light, glowing softly like cooling lava. It’s the first time looking into his eyes or noting how beautiful they are and I’ve always thought they were a beautiful pair.

Hand the drive to him, tell him everything, and watch Eze burn. Or plug it in myself. End the merger. End Damian’s empire. End us. The door opens. Damian steps in, blood on his sleeve again, but not his. Eyes bright with victory. He sees me on the cot. Smiles, slow, dangerous. “We got them,” he says. “HiAce driver. Two shooters. They’re in the basement now. Talking.” He crosses the room. Kneels beside the cot. Kisses me, deep, claiming.

“She also has a contract.” “A nighttime contract,” Elias corrected carefully. “Not ownership.” Something cold flickered behind Damien's eyes. “Be careful, Elias.” The warning settled heavily between them. Elias exhaled slowly and looked away first. Good. Damien stood and crossed toward the windows overlooking the city below. Rain streaked across the glass in gray lines, blurring headlights into molten gold. The skyline looked distorted today. Or maybe he was simply tired enough to stop caring how beautiful it was supposed to be.

“Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth and worship the cock you’ve been craving for years.” Izzy leaned forward and took him in. The taste of him — salty, masculine, addictive — made her moan around his thickness. He was big, stretching her lips wide as she bobbed her head, taking as much of him as she could. “Fuck… just like that,” Damien praised, his hand guiding her rhythm. “Suck it like you mean it. Like you know you married the wrong man.” She did. Sloppy and eager, saliva dripping down her chin as she worked him deeper. The sounds were obscene — wet sucking, soft gagging, her desperate little moans vibrating around his shaft. Damien’s grip tightened in her hair, controlling her movemen

"Because I know that deep down, she belongs to me. She's mine, and I'm hers." My stomach turned as I watched Damien manipulate the media with ease. How could I have lived with such a monster for so long without realizing the truth? I felt like an utter fool for trusting him, even for a fleeting moment. As I turned to face Ezra, I expected to see the expression of disgust on his face as well but instead I noticed his amused expression. "Wow, Damien could give Hollywood a run for its money with that performance," he said with a smirk. I couldn't bring myself to crack a smile.