Beastars Melon Novels & Stories

I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened. "C'o on it lunch time" Beast smirked at me settling me unto his lap. His erection were pressed against me making feel uncomfortable, I try to move away from it causing it to stir more, I froze stilling my movement at once. Beast feed me the food first then the fruits,forcing the grapes into my mouth, I moan and suck on his fingers trying to get more of the juice. Whatever he had injected in me was no doubt working as I fought for more grapes,whining and sucking of the left juices on his fingers.

He has made it clear that there is no way out of this place unless you are dead, and my friend, Joy, has affirmed that to me every chance she gets. I sprawl the red bikini on the bed, tensing at what it signifies. If I choose this, I will be like the rest of the girls, entertaining and pleasuring the beasts to their contentment, and I will have this monster, AJay, their vicious heartless boss, off my back. He won't bother me again, just like he doesn't care about the rest of the girls. I can then work on recovering my memory in peace.

"Oh wow, this is amazing." Beckett watched her, his eyes hooded and dark with desire. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I could watch you eat all night, little Halfling." He picked up a tiny tart, holding it to her lips. She opened her mouth and he popped it in. She groaned at the tangy flavor of wild mushrooms, and he matched her groan. Arms looped around her waist, "Don't take all her attention, Beckett." Jayce leaned over her shoulder and snagged a bite off her skewer. "Equal, remember."

Light blue, like his eyes had been. Andrew's smile spread his lips as he stepped away from the newly turned vampire, his eyes roaming his body, then his fangs. Ian was no small boy, and since he hadn't been able to bring any of the real vampires, he would take a diluted blood. "Now, Ian. You belong to me."

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

“Uh... Then, the workers of the Astra Pavilion are thankful for all of your valuable items. It surprises us and we promise to be careful with it. I promise that you'll enjoy your stay in the private room. ” Hector and Soheila smiled. “Thank you, too. We would surely enjoy.” Soheila could feel the sincerity of the shop attendant. “Oh, the spirit beasts won't attack anyone since I had tamed them already.” Hector reminded again since he could see the fear in the Shop attendant's eyes every time he looked at the spirit beasts behind them. The spirit beasts are the Blue Venomous Snake, Third-Eyed Grey Bear, and Cursed Gorilla. They are rare and Hector coincidentally encountered them in the forest

We need to figure out a way to test our theories, but so far, we haven't found one. My rib pops, which is Beast's way of telling me to back off and stop overanalyzing. I let go of my human side again and give Beast the lead. It's time to kill hellhounds. Beast goes for the largest of the five. Bending low, he strikes at the hip socket in a quick flash before moving out of range. He knows to avoid teeth and claws, and quickly spits out chunks of gristle. The monster spins around facing us and attacks. Beast jumps over him, landing a few feet away and leaving enough space to dive forward and grab another bite of rotted flesh. When Beast moves out of the charging path of the monster, we're hit