The Beautiful And The Damned G Eazy Novels & Stories

That kind of dangerous, untouchable beauty that makes me want to bend her over the hood of this car. The windows are down and her hair whips all around. It only makes her look more intoxicating. She connects her phone to Bluetooth and E.T by 2Scratch blasts through the speakers. She sings every word, completely absorbed in the moment. There's a fire in her I've never seen before. Silas leans forward, eyes gleaming with pride, and slaps me on my shoulder. "Fuck, brother, look at her go," he says, tone filled with satisfaction.

They both were drowned in their discussion that they didn't notice anyone. She stiffened in her place when someone placed their hand on her waist but then that earthy woodsy scent reached her nose and her head whipped up with breakneck speed. Her eyes widened in absolute shock as she gaped at Hamza who was towering over her. His stubble had grown a little giving him such a rugged and dominating look but that wasn't it. His eyes. They were the darkest shade of obsidian and his pupil appeared so small that made his irises wild with a craze. He looked mad.

Damien and Gabe both gave me their word that there would be no further fighting between them today and they would go their separate ways once I left. Azazel opened the car door for me and again offered me fried chicken, which I happily accepted this time. I felt ravenous after the fighting. Azazel was oddly cheerful after the fight that had just happened. I watched in amusement as he sang along with some annoyingly pop-y song on the radio.

Zach raised his brow and scrutinized her. Sensing his suspicious gaze, Evelyn averted his gaze, her heart pounding hard she hoped he couldn’t hear it. “I’ve accepted my fate. There’s no use in fighting. I’ll just suffer more.” “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. Let’s go.” Zach said and beckoned with his head for her to follow him. Back in the restroom, Damian punched the mirror in rage, leaving a bloody dent and cracks in it. Some of the glass shards had pierced his skin but he didn’t care.

Ezra’s lips parted automatically, breath shallow. “You didn’t touch yourself?” Ezra shook his head. Damien’s gaze darkened. “Let me feel.” Ezra froze. Damien’s hand dropped, cupping him over his jeans. Ezra whimpered at the contact—already hard, already leaking from the anticipation. Damien’s palm pressed in slow, deliberate rubs. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re perfect. So obedient. So fucking ready to be used.” Ezra gasped, body trembling.

Lightning slashed across the city skyline as the boardroom filled with murmurs. The glass walls reflected faces twisted with confusion, greed, and disbelief. Elena stood near the edge of the room, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She had been summoned here under the guise of a “critical announcement.” But she knew—something was about to shatter. Damian entered without a word. His charcoal suit was immaculate, but his eyes carried a storm. The air thickened the moment he stepped in. His presence demanded silence, even before he spoke.

I take the entire silver tide that I have left in me, every scrap the IV bought back, and I aim it, a single coherent spear of my own frequency, straight into the white shape that was built and grown and maintained to drink exactly that frequency, and I overload it the way you blow out a speaker by feeding it a single note louder than it was ever rated to carry. The White-Glow staggers in the breached doorway. Its light stutters, the gathered killing-glare in its palm collapsing back in on itself unfired, and for one half-second, the exact half-second Damian promised me, it stands blind and deaf and reeling in its own element, a god drowning in too much of the one thing it lives on, undone f

He pointed to the grumpy one. Caiden smiled and waved at me. I waved back. Damien looked at me and stiffened. Umm okay. Oh my god his eyes are a beautiful shade of grey. He is insanely hot except for the frown on his face. “Hi I am Evelyn Davis.” I said smiling at Caiden “Sorry for being late.” I said to my group mates. Damien got up suddenly looking straight at me. The others were looking at him weirdly. He smiled a big smile with almost all his teeth on display. Well this isn’t creepy… at all.

The world was a kaleidoscope of blue and red strobe lights, the smell of cordite, and the bitter, metallic tang of the Sound’s salt air. The concrete fortress in Connecticut was behind us, crawling with tactical teams, but we weren't being greeted as victims. Damian was being loaded into an ambulance, his shoulder shattered by Ethan’s final shot, but even as he bled, he was smiling. He knew the drive was out there. He knew the FBI was already at Hawke Tower.

Perfect definition of beauty combined as it highlights her skin tone. Damn, I'm in love. "Baby girl why have you been avoiding us for some days now. Do you know it hurts?" Damian ask. "Sorry Sir but I've been quite busy with work and I didn't know my attention was much needed apart from what I'm employed for." Letting her sarcasm roll as she bit her lower lip. "That's it." I said in a husky voice as I slightly pushed Daisy who stumbled into Damian. She gasped. "Do you know you've been a bad girl Baby girl, and bad girls get punished. But I'll refrain from doing so since I want you wide open when fucking you hard and deep until your body can take no more." Damian whispers to her ear lightly b