Make Me Bee-lieve (Femme Fatale Monsters #3)

by D.J. Russo

I’m not sure why he’s screaming. In two weeks he’ll be dead, anyway. His only role in our society is to mate with me and die immediately upon consummation. A part of me wishes I could mate with him right now, if only to silence him permanently.

I love her😂 (not talking about the mmc btw)

Sure. Glamour magic. Makes perfect sense.

he said he was “scaroused” by the women there. “Scaroused” is really the only appropriate word, here.

Pity she wasn’t born a man, so I could fuck her and be rid of her, too.

I love her pt 2

Polina’s lips curl into a soft, amused smile. She’s pretty. In a weird sort of way, of course. But pretty. Earlier I thought she was terrifyingly hot, but when she smiles like this, I can see the softness of her personality shine through. Not so terrifying, after all. My heart skips a beat as my cheeks become warmer and warmer with each passing second.

He brings a fist to his mouth and clears his throat, then licks one of his fingers and flips to the first page. Oh, to be one of those pages right now. Being caressed by one of his wet fingers and⁠—

She's a horny mess. Same, girl, same

But I should have known he’d ask that question. Because, at the end of the day, he only wants to go home so he can get back to his life. His human life. I wonder if he has a wife waiting for him?

Polina’s right eye twitches as Florian stalks away. “Hey, Florian! You’re going to be dead soon, so maybe try to make something of yourself before then?”

I love her pt 3

Polina is unlike any woman I’ve ever met before, and hearing her verbalize her desires like this has me wanting to curl into a ball and hide.

“Come for me, Sunshine,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear. Who the fuck is this man, speaking to this beautiful woman this way? Because it sure as hell isn’t me.

“Then please,” he says as he stands up and extends a hand to me, “let me treat you like a princess.”

Though she be but little, she is fierce.

this strange, compelling woman with the most beautiful pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. And then there’s me. A scrawny, overachieving engineer with zero social life to speak of. What a literal princess could see in someone like me, I haven’t a clue.

“That was so stupid of you, Po. You could have died.” I look up at him and frown. “Yes. But had I done nothing, then you would have died.” His gaze softens, and he leans down to peck a kiss on my head between my antennae. “You stupid girl. My Sunshine. Thank you.”

“I’m fine. These are my feet. They were just inside my shoes before. The chicken ate my shoe.”

She was crying because she thought a chicken had eaten his foot😂

“You find him attractive,” Calvin mutters. “Doesn’t matter what species the woman is, I guess. Tattoos and muscles are always going to be more appealing than skinny and … well, tattoo-less, I suppose.” Frowning, I slide my hand over his. “No, Cal. Yes, I like the—what did you call them? Tattoos? And the muscles. But that doesn’t matter, because he isn’t you.

I arch an eyebrow and grin. “Such a what?” “Such a butthole!” she yells, then playfully nips my arm with her fangs. It doesn’t hurt, but it is hilarious that she just bit me. My little Sunshine of Terror.

“The stars have nothing on you, Po. In fact, you’re probably making them jealous.”

Is this how humans live? Because if so, my poor Cal. He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves beauty and opulence and fine, soft fabric and gilded fixtures!

Both relief and anger twist up inside of me. “B-Boyfriend? I assure you, he is not Kyle’s boyfriend. He is mine! My beloved!” I buzz loudly and shake my fists in the air. Maurice lets out a cackle, and Kyle quickly spins around to cup his hand over me, casting me in darkness. “Shh, shh. Princess, it’s fine. He’s just a friend. I know he’s yours, it’s fine,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry about him. He can be an asshole, but he means no harm. I swear it.”

“Protective little thing you got there,” Maurice says gruffly, but not unkindly. “Wish I had me a woman who gave as much of a shit.”

Run away from the ball, don’t get hurt. Don’t do anything too dangerous. Keep your head down. Well, fuck all of that. This asshole just tried to kill my woman.

GET HIMMMM!!!!!!!

As a family. And no matter what comes next, we’ll get through that, too.