Beauty And The Beast: Enchanted Christmas Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

‘True, but once you’ve got the hang of it you can have endless improper ones.’ She giggled, then said, ‘Our first family holiday—’ ‘By the sea. Rock pools and sandcastles and paddling.’ ‘Toby will love it. And so will Harry Two.’ Then, ‘Our first Christmas together. Trimming the tree, buying presents—’ ‘Toby’s first day at school—’ ‘And before we know it he’ll be our first sulky teenager—’ ‘Producing our first grandchild—’ She laughed. ‘Okay, you win. I really don’t want to go any further than

“Ah, yes. The antidote. When you're well rested from your tiring journey, I would like for you and the young lady to be a part of my exorcism this night. By tomorrow evening, you wouldn't be here.” Silence reigned in the hall. “Thank you,” Prince Dakar then said and resumed eating. The rest of breakfast went on with Camper saying stupid jokes only Athena laughed to. After breakfast, he stylishly led her out by the waist to the garden she had mentioned. While the rest of the group dispersed from the table, Nana hurried over to Prince Dakar. “What sort of garden can survive this harsh winter outside this castle?” she immediately asked him.

I loved going up the staircase, so that was where my books were kept. I didn’t expect it to still be there—I was just curious what was—but I was shocked to find it fully stocked. The young adult novels still sat, but the collection had expanded to two shelves. Classics from Charlotte Brontë and Jane Austen, the entire Harry Potter series, and many others lined up together. One in particular caught my eye—La Belle et la Bête by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. The origin of the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale.

Then Max got up, and the smile he sent Ariella, combined with the golden glow of firelight reflecting in his gorgeous brown hair, made her heart quicken. "You've all heard the story of Beauty and the Beast, right? About a beautiful young woman who falls in love with a hideous creature and saves his castle from a curse? Well, let me tell you a story that is a little bit similar and much more real, for I've met the main character myself."

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

Summer rushed over crying, looking like a pear blossom in the rain. "Jodi, I know Aunt Mary wished she could kill me when she was still alive, but we only have each other to rely on now. Please don't hurt me anymore… I'll forget about all those times you abused me. I'll be obedient." As she spoke, she inadvertently displayed the scars on her arms, looking pitiful. Seeing that, Cade frowned as if it pained him. His eyes were filled with disappointment when he looked at me. "Jodi, she's your sister! How could you do this to her?!"

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

It was perfect. Baron had this in his mansion? I walked through the garden running my hands through the flowers, feeling the wind on my face and the sun shine brightly on me. I felt alive and free. I sat down and spotted something hopping around. I looked closer and saw that it was a bunny. I gestured for it to come closer and it did. I carried it up and placed it on my lap, gently stroking its soft white fur. It looked like a mythical creature with its big beady eyes and small nose.