Beauties Beasts Novels & Stories

she stood taller, the spindly heels of her supple leather boots that buckled up her calf, disappearing under the long lacey wafts of the high-waisted lace and tulle bustle skirt that flared and billowed over her hips and rear. When Bri turned my jaw dropped and I noted Beau’s sharp inhale of breath. Brianna was always stunning. This? There were no words. Every curve and angle of her face was accentuated morphing her features into something beautifly primaly animalistic. The Beast roused in my head watching as those deep burgundy lips curved into a feline smile. Her lined eyes fluttered with heavy lashes as those green orbs shifted between us. The grey and purple smoke swept and contoured her

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

AJ laid back down and extended his hand. “What?” Ed shook his hand but frowned. “You came to save me and Mommy. You’re really like Beast. He came to help Belle. Mommy isn’t Belle, but she’s also beautiful. So it still fits.” AJ shook Ed's hand with earnest gratitude. “I’ll always come. Whenever YOU need help, I’ll come.” Ed stroked AJ’s head, who, of course, looked delighted. He had his own personal 'Beast', who was there for him. Naturally, he welcomed it warmly.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

“They are all double-eye patches. I took the classic eye patch idea, but strung two together and glued feathers on.” “These are really beautiful,” said Nate , helping Mira ’s fingertips feel each patch “The first is covered in black feathers, and I trimmed them to the exact shape of the actual patches. The band is elastic, which I covered with black velvet. When you wrap it around the back of your head, you can pull your hair over it.” To Mira ’s touch, it felt quite nice. “The bridge of the nose is a band of black velvet, as well,” she concluded before Nate moved Mira ’s hand to the next design. “The next is the same idea, except it’s eggshell white and the feathers aren’t trimmed,

She mimed my punch, complete with sound effects. I burst into laughter again, doubling over. “He looked like a cartoon character seeing stars. I almost felt bad. Almost.” “Almost,” Natalie agreed, nodding sagely. Then she smirked wider. “But let’s be real, we look so much better with our bruises than they do. We’re like – badass battle scars. They just looked like kicked puppies.” We exchanged a proud, almost feral grin. Yeah, we were messed up, but we’d messed them up worse. The memory of their faces—stunned, shocked, and nursing their egos—was strangely satisfying.

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.

the beauty beamed. "I will be yours forever, mi amor. You are the only one I want. No other woman could compare to you," I declared, the intensity of the moment increasing. I could feel the pressure building up, my orgasm closer. "Don't stop, don't stop," the beauty begged. "I won't, I promise," I assured her, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I groaned as the pressure reached its peak, and I exploded, releasing my seed inside her. The orgasm was intense, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I collapsed onto the bed, wasted.

It took seconds before Ugar was standing tall before us. I’ve seen Beast transformed, and I’ve heard all the things people have had to say about how extraordinary he looks, but I don’t believe he beats Ugar. Our father’s dragon truly is a sight for sore eyes. “Excuse me, I’m not too bad either,” Beast growled lowly in my head. I chuckled. “I meant no offense. It’s just clear where you get your beauty from.”