The Beautiful And The Damned G Eazy Novels & Stories

David teased as I glared at him before he turned with a smile. "But is he really a cop?" Abigail chipped in as I shook my head. "Nah, he can't be! He would rather work as a waiter." I said as they all bursted into laughter. I just shrugged. The energy that radiated off him wasn't good. "So,"... I sat up. "About Badejo, I made some personal research about him. I removed the files from my bag and distributed them. They all looked through it carefully.

Bastien sent an audio message modified with a robotic voice over the dark web: —“Anyone who touches a hair on my woman, or helps that son of a bitch Richard, will meet the same fate. After watching his whole family fall first… starting with the children.” He activated the camera pointed at the drum. They chained Damiano and slowly lowered him in. The acid hissed as it ate into his feet. Damiano screamed for help. —“I AM YOUR BROTHER!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! HELP! PLEASE!!!” The chains descended slowly, dissolving every part of him they touched. Once more than half of Damiano was submerged, he stopped screaming. They let him drop fully, the acid bubbling ferociously. Bastien looked into th

“Don’t lie to me, Vale. I saw the missed call from your assistant light up your phone when you walked in. You’re supposed to be schmoozing investors right now, not eye-fucking the bartender who told you last night was the absolute last time.” Damien Vale didn’t flinch. He sat there in the same charcoal suit from the night before—jacket discarded somewhere in his car, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing corded forearms and the faint red lines Kai’s nails had left on his skin the previous evening. Jet-black hair still held its perfect style, but his steel-gray eyes burned hotter than the city lights glittering beyond the glass walls. Rain lashed the rooftop terrace outside, turning th

"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?!"

Freckles stepped in holding a plain cardboard box like it might explode. “Bike courier dropped it. Said it was a gift for the lady.” Ethan took it, turned it over carefully, then sliced the tape. Inside lay one wilted Astilbe, the same pale pink I’d left on my father’s grave. Beneath the limp stem sat a small silver flash drive. I snatched it before Ethan could stop me and plugged it in. The video started. Grainy footage. A damp basement. Concrete walls sweating. Damian sat tied to a chair, clothes dirty and torn, but his eyes burned with defiance.

Maybe if I kill Matias… I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the reason is me, again. And if Vincenzo can't see right through me I'm sure Sebastian or Bast as he introduced himself, would surely do. Sebastian Grey. Instead of warmth, I felt dread whenever I see him or when our eyes met. And not just because of his physical monstrosity, it's the way his gaze seems to penetrate deep through my dark core.

Lucian Moretti. The seats smelled like leather and danger. I curled into the corner, hugging my knees, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. The driver didn’t look back. He didn’t ask questions. Maybe that was the perk of being owned by someone like Lucian—silence wasn’t just expected, it was survival. My phone buzzed again. Lucian Moretti: They see you leave? I sniffled, typed back. Elena: Front row seats. Aria looked like she swallowed glass.

everything got louder until the intruders were in the same room as her. “Hello Zique and hello to you too, beautiful.” Damion flicked his dirty blonde hair aside, his brown eyes fixated on her as he walked forward with a flower in hand. “Here, saw it outside and thought it reminded me of you.” “Really? She’s so beautiful and you thought of her while looking at a wild flower?” Gabe rolled his eyes. “Tell him to shove it up his ass.”

He said lovingly. His face held a smile but his eyes are red with tears. But he was holding it inside. I felt guilty seeing her pained expression. “No, you can’t do that. She has rejected you. You can’t reject her rejection.” I hear Ezekiel growl. He was acting like a maniac, but I was not interested in seeing what he was doing. But I was lost in Damien’s eyes. His grey pull felt like an abyss that I wanted to lose forever. Nothing matters to me now.

Elliot. Pleasure clouded my mind, hungry and dangerous, as hazel eyes lined my vision. That was seriously the best blow job I had ever gotten in all my years of living. It was satisfying enough to make me forget the reason I was out here. In the woods. Alone. Damien stood up so he could slide his pants and briefs down and kick them to the side until he was wearing nothing. Damn. I had felt it. Touched it. But seeing it? That was different.