My boyfriend is a beautiful beast

Echo’s Pov:I am Echo Belle Johnson. Really long name, right?  Many people gets confused when I actually say that I own both the name Echo and Belle. Both of the names are contrasting with the actual characters I own.  I don’t even understand why I have the name Echo when I was the most silent person when I was kid and why I got the name Belle when I was an ordinary beauty who wasn’t even in the top twenty beauty of the classes I attended to.Honestly I felt like these two names were the mockery to my existence, a total mockery I say. You can openly call me an introvert as I had really less of friends and I interacted with people quite less. You see why the name Echo sounded funny to me.I turned to a college student some four years ago and, yeah college life was really a dope one. I mean parties, club, disco, liquors, hook ups, break ups, patch ups, make outs, long crazy drives, unplanned trips.

Echo’s Pov:“ You,” I said as the same lady who guided me yesterday was standing on the door with a some parcel in her hands. I couldn’t ask her name the previous day. What’s your name would be silly question to ask like a kindergarten children. So, I peeped on her badge on her chest pocket.‘Amanda’Her name was Amanda.I didn't want to ask her name again after gazing at her name card.I took the uniform and changed into it and then set off for the work.We were all called in the President's office in order to get the counselling and disciplining.I was taken together with some of the workers to his office. His comfy chair was empty.We waited for sometime but he wasn't there. We were tired of waiting but he wasn't there.The president has always been different to be as I read quite lots of novels about t

Demonte’s Pov:Lucifer!That bastard dared to touch the most precious thing that ever belonged to me. Although, we were apart and I could never live the life that she always  wanted me to live still, I always loved her. Though she had given me the betrayal and pains to me, I couldn't stop myself from getting affected from her.That bastard really enraged me with the extreme anger that I wasn’t able to control it. The day I knew that he was the one behind the murder of Gabriella. I did each and everything to get him. I wanted that fucking bastard to kill with my own hands. I didn’t want him to even get caught by the police.When I caught him, my anger was in top notch that I didn’t even had a single thought not even for a millisecond to leave him and to set him free. So, I gave him the right punishment that he deserved. I had never left clu

Echo’s Pov:“There is no freedom here. The only freedom you get from here is when you have your death,” he said in a raspy voice which made me scared to death.I gulped down the lump of saliva which was formed in my throat in a really difficult manner. Fear was noticeable on my face and tension covered all of my body. My knees went shaky as he kept on increasing his steps towards me.“I…I…” I had no words to explain to him. What the hell would I explain to him?“You have no explanations?” he said as he held my wrist and flipped me on his shoulders to carry.No...not again. I kept myself on the huge problem one more time. I shouldn't have tried to run away. I really shouldn't have.“No…No… Just leave me alone. I don’t want to be here. I want to go back to my home. Just let me go,” I hit on his back as hard as I could but it was of no use. The more I hit him

Demonte’s Pov:“Hey…,” I patted in her cheeks to wake her up but she didn’t wake up. I felt the sudden coldness on my wrist which was hanging below my body nearly  touching the ground.With the sudden coldness I turned my head towards it and saw that it was her petite slender fingers which had turned red and was touching my hands.I quickly picked her hands from the ground and then sensed it.Hell!It was colder than the ice. She was freezing to death.And without even thinking anything I took out the knife  that I usually carry along with me always  and started to cut off the ropes that I had tied her before.This had happened for the first time in the history of mine. I mean I had never cut the ropes that I have tied to the person myself. It had always been their body parts that I used to cut  but never the ropes that I had tie