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He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

They stood behind their mother in such a way that it looked like they were their mother's bodyguards. Bewitched by her beauty, Alden slowly walked in front of her and said with a nervous smile, "You are looking mesmerizing. For a moment I don't think I am looking at a human being but at an angel." Hearing his compliment, Anastasia forced a soft smile and thanked him. Whenever people call her beautiful, she feels like she is deceiving people because this is not her real appearance, she got this appearance because of plastic surgery, it is her artificial appearance. She has lost her real appearance.

Suddenly the door across the room flies open and in marches the beast. Bella hates to admit it, but he is a handsome man. He is wearing a pair of tight, dark jeans and a white tee shirt. His hair is long and disheveled. He has a small growth of facial hair that makes him look rugged and sexy. Not that she cares about that. She hates the bastard. Bella notices the scar on his face for the first time, having missed it last night in the dark. Naturally she is curious about it, but she will never know about it because there is no way in hell that she would ever ask him.

No matter how much she works or basked under the sun, her skin color would still remain the same. The man’s hair was russet and reminded her of autumn. His whole image reminded her of autumn: the warm colors of the dried leaves and the coolness of the air reminds her that it will soon be winter. Her pale skin and deep black hair made her feel ghostly. The stranger looked fit and muscular except for his hollow cheeks from not being able to eat or drink for who knows how long. Julia somehow envied him for his physique. Unlike his muscular frame, flaps of chubby fat hung on her arms, her soft stomach protruded forward whenever she sat down and her thighs always rubbed on each other whenever she

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-