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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** MONTH'S LATER *** AMBER *** "You're doing great Bella. But you lack poise and confidence. I want you to walk like a peacock with pride. flaunt that beautiful feathers for everyone to admire. when they see you, all they should think of is Grace" My catwalk instructor Ann told me. "so don't hold back on anything" she adds I slightly nod my head with a smile as I recalled events earlier before today.

"After every rejection, Beauty dreamed of a handsome man with platinum blonde hair and royal blue eyes with tears running down his cheeks, begging for an answer why Beauty would reject the Beast's love. Beauty had no idea who the blonde stranger was but kept seeing him in her dreams." The next page revealed Beauty talking with the Beast. Cathedra figured that their topic must have been very unpleasant because the Beast had its back turned on her, with its eyes glued to the ground. Its monstrous ears and tail drooped, which strongly reminded Cathedra of Sushi, the orphanage dog, every time Cathedra left and set off for school. There was a melancholy in its eyes that Cathedra couldn't quite un

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

She smiled. " Good evening to all of you. And... Yes, like any normal girl, I like fairy tales. They fascinated me as a child. I have read many, almost all of them. But, Beauty and the Beast, is my most favourite fairy tales. I really like that because it tells us that outer appearance is not that important, as beauty is not eternal. We should value inward characteristics such as kindness, over other superficial qualities, such as wit and appearance. The handsome pampered prince transformed into a hideous beast as punishment for his cold-hearted and selfish ways, the Beast must earn the love of a beautiful young woman to return to his former self. Beauty (Belle) valued the inward character

He thought looked behind about yelling at Wren however what he encountered destroyed every motives. To him, it was heavenly. The way the sun fully sets on the princess' smiles; the way her orange-brown braided hair swung with the wind; her dainty almond blue eyes, her brown skin radiating the sun set; Skylark's fallen lemon feathers swirling around the scenery which pictured in his mind like a work of art—It was so enticing for the Beast being. His face reddened as he blinked never as he seen such beauty during all his time in the Humane Kingdom.

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

“Ugly? Bully? Don't make me laugh…. I’m just telling it like it is honey. Someone has to put people like her in their place.” She smiled. Jessie’s hands clenched into fists, she so much wanted to punch that bitch on the face, but she kept her composure. “No, Kathy. You’re not telling it like it is; Beauty is, in fact, very beautiful ,more beautiful than you with your makeup and all the surgery and personalized daily beauty monitor and treatments, you paid heavily to look like shit and Beauty naturally has it all that's why you feel intimidated and bully her”. “Excuse me what? If I wanted to be like a whale I know how to look like one, eating a hungry whale”.

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

Yeah, horse-faced was my best description for the traitor the last time I'd seen her, the braid a thick weave of brown and threads of gray, reminding me of an equine tail. How come the moment they became vampires they were suddenly gorgeous? Celeste looked like an Amazon, but in a beautiful way, wide jaw now appealing, brown eyes with a hint of gold, her youth returned to her. And Batsheva? Drop dead hotness. At least, on the outside. No amount of spirit magic could make her attractive on the inside. My vampire sighed. You have no idea, do you? What?

Ashton said as he walked toward Nadine, feeling his Drakell technique pulsing within him. It was undeniable that Nadine possessed a singular beauty, worlds apart from the ordinary, vulgar allure of secular women. She seemed like a celestial being descended from the heavens, untouched by mortal grime and radiating an ethereal, transcendent grace. The touch of red on her lips and the delicate grace around her eyes were intensely comforting, a kind of serene beauty that demanded quiet contemplation. She also possessed an intensely alluring physique. She was dressed quite conservatively the day before, so it was hard to tell, but today, every curve was perfectly defined—breasts, hips, and legs—t