The Beautiful Ones: A Novel Novels & Stories

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I was really impressed by the beauty of the content. Like me, the title of the story is always at the end. He chooses that strategy too, even if it is weird. The title of the novel, The One Who Owns the Deadly Gazed. Remarkable indeed. Just the title alone makes me jealous. It is very attractive, and this is the title that will really get the reader's attention. Who is the author? Has this story been published?

Janelle Just then, the door kicked open. I turned to look, and behold right outside the door was Damian Cooper, a line of men stood behind him. His presence alone silenced the room. “No one dares to touch what belongs to me.” “Janelle is mine.” As Ashley saw Damian, she stammered, “legendary Damian Cooper?!” Then she fainted. “Ashley! Ashley!” I called, but there was no response. Then I spotted her eyes twitching.

"I'm a college student. I read history books. I don't—" "Your history books won't stop a bullet from Victor's scouts," he hissed, his thumb brushing aggressively against my jawline, a dominant, possessive gesture that grounded me through the sheer force of his intensity. "Your brother sold you to monsters. If you want to survive long enough to see him pay for it, you become a monster today. Look down the sights and do not close your eyes." Glass shattered downstairs. The sound was a distant, echoing crash that reverberated through the slate floors of the penthouse. It was followed instantly by the rapid, suppressed thump-thump-thump of automatic rifles.

"I know. . . I love you and your family, Drew." "And I love you more, Beauty." I entirely wrapped my arms around her, embracing her scent in this beautiful moment. We watch the blossoms of flowers around us and let our mind speaks of what's inside our hearts. I'm happy and contented in life now that I have the best one beside me. She's always my beauty and my best in everything. - the end- Beauty and the Billionaire, MBBC#1 Drew Mondragon and Beauty Acuesta are now signing off. Thank you so much! . c.m. louden

She grinned at her dumbfounded look. "Oh, wow! Really?" She asked. "This is like Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!" She whispered. Alexie laughed. This innocent luna was making her appreciate all the simple things in life. So sweet and adorable. "Hey, Bev!" She smiled at the barista. The girl was a she-wolf at the royal pack. Mated with pups. How she wished she could share the good news --she can't. Not yet. It has to come from their king. The pack and the kingdom will know soon enough.

Although non shifters do straggle in time to time, mainly it's just a bar where us supernaturals go to, to wind down. Finally making my way into the bar, it's dead silent. The pack members are looking at me, slightly baring their necks in submission. All of a sudden, I catch of one of the most delicious scents I've ever smelled before. It's a mix of cedarwood and lilacs and it smells like home. I look around with just my eyes so the others don't catch on and see the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes upon. Gorgeous long black hair, olive complex, long legs that would wrap around my waist perfectly and a toned body.

" I tease "I'm going to make you mine." “She bites down on her plump lower lip. "I want to be yours."i said with my face mirroring the same look on his face. “He then clasped his hands with mine moving is out of the the dance floor and unto a balcony a little bit dark but seluded. “It's pretty out here," I say, leaning with my elbows on the concrete railing. The balcony faces the center of the city giving it a breathtaking view."This place is beautiful but not as beautiful as Greece"I sigh.

Seraphina I was one of those women who knew they were beautiful I’ve always known that my beauty is a weapon. It’s the kind of looks that stop traffic, the kind that makes powerful men stammer and forget their own names. My husband, Arthur, bought that beauty fair and square in an arranged marriage that looked great on paper and even better in society magazines.

"Just wait there. Can we get you anything?" I shake my head. "I'm good." I thanked her and walked my way to take a seat on the row of chairs. I watch all four women who were very attractive. I'm sure he keeps beautiful women since he's a handsome man. They wore sharp charcoaled suits and takes continual calls. They work in absolute perfection of synchronicity.