Beast Cookies X Reader Novels & Stories

Belle interrupted. "Of course Mademoiselle," I smirked at her. "You too act wat more cheesy. I had never seen this view of you Echo?" she snapped in between. "Cheesy?" Belle asked her best friend. "No, I am not," Belle answered. "Obviously yes. Like a typical husband and wife. It feels really weird to see you like this but I completely love this side of yours. I mean I never thought you would come out of that Jeremy thing and your selfish books," Rebecca said as she plopped on couch.

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

“You need to see this.” Damien, who had been leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, straightened immediately. The sharpness in her tone was enough to make him stride across the room, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. He peered over her shoulder, his dark eyes narrowing as he read the words. An alliance between the hunters and the supernatural? His jaw tightened. “oh God, can't believe she brought me all the way for this" Damien hurry, she said when he arrived he was so surprised"This… this can’t be real,” he said, though his voice betrayed a hint of doubt.

How sick am I that part of me seems to have enjoyed this? Kaerith’s body tensed hard as a gasp stuck in her throat. The air around her lower body became thick, wet with his scorching heat and the strong, animal smell of his rut. His smell was so strong it felt like she could taste it, musky and hot. The Beast watched as Kaerith’s pussy clamped down on the bed as leaves from the vein flower bed caressed her cunt. She jerked and thrashed on the bed. He stood and knelt over her, trailing hot kisses on her lower body as his heavy weight settled beside her hips. He lowered his big head between her legs, his breath fanning against her.

The mummuring died down as he cleared his throat. "Well, you all asked me to provide my mate to feed your doubtful eyes. This is my mate, Leila Coles your future Luna." Then he said the next sentence only to my hearing. "No matter what happens, stay calm, they can smell even the tiniest bit of fear in you." I nodded and placed a full smile on my face. "Good day everyone, I am Leila Coles of Winter fortress pack, the niece to Viviana Coles." I said pouring out what Liam had made me cram few minutes ago. They looked at me for a while and I could feel it, they were accessing me, searching for faults.

Gerri said, placing it on the table next to Liv’s plate. Why didn’t she take it? She should put it in her handbag. Someone would eventually need it. “You’re welcome.” She bit into the second cookie. Aurelis brought coffee for Gerri and a plate with chocolate-covered cream puffs. “A paranormal dating agency, huh?” Gerri grinned, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Yes. You have heard of shifters, right?”

In my previous life, I was completely fooled by her masterful performance. My elder sister, Victoria Songworth, had always been vain about her beauty. She frequently used royal expeditions as excuses to visit the beast kingdoms and seduce their nobles. However, after having her fun, she would claim that even the most powerful beast aristocrats were still crude foreigners beneath her station. Knowing she could not end things cleanly, she left those three beastmen with ambiguous parting words before conspiring with Mother to stage this elaborate performance. She got her clean escape, but I was left to bear the consequences when those three beastmen marked me as the killer of their beloved. I p

He even walked me to my apartment since the place where we've eaten at is just nearby. "I would really like to read your work," he mumbled. We're talking about the Dawn of Love which now has almost 3 million reads. I feel so proud about it, but not to the point that I brag it to everyone. Only a few people knows about what I've written online. And I just happened to mention it to Bailey. I was quite surprised that he remembers even the tiny things I tell him. "You can read it online," I said. I don't really stop people when they want to read it. That's a gain for me so why would I stop them?

He curtly replied that he was waiting for his friends to arrive. Meanwhile, Becca was busy writing on her laptop. She loved reading and writing. She was working on her first novel, which contained a romance between a Lycan and a human. She loved writing fantasy and paranormal romance, the werewolf story being the first novel in a series she had plotted out over the summer. She was writing the last few chapters and looking forward to completing her first manuscript.