Beauty And The Beast Maestro Forte Novels & Stories

It took a while for her before she finally recognized the song. Crystal lowered her phone, gripping it tightly. Then, she started walking through the crowd who were watching a piano performance at the far end of the room. There she saw him, Aiden Lucero— her charming prince playing Liszt's La Campanella, one of the hardest songs the piano world had ever produced, to perfection. His fingers continued to glide swiftly over the piano keys flawlessly. She smiled, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt a huge relief. It was as if the boulder that had been clogging her soul this whole time had been.

I asked, my heart racing as I looked around for the beast. The man walked over to me, placing his hands on my face as he gazed up at me. "I am the beast," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As I moved closer to him, I inhaled his musky scent mixed with a hint of pine. It was a heady aroma that filled my senses, making me feel dizzy with desire. I slowly placed my head on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against my ear.

he says, raising his shoulder slightly, his eyes gleaming with hope. “Yes,” I huff. “And maybe chocolate cake.” The sniffs. “The cake will be cut after the dances. But it’s not chocolate.” “What flavor is it?” I ask, already recoiling. “It’s a fruitcake.” I gag. “Disgusting.” “I know.” The orchestra swells, grabbing our attention, and before I can blink, Naomi’s gliding across the floor, pulling Zeke along, and he lets her. She sets her glass aside and—fuck me—he takes her hand.

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her long legs, but when she started talking and trying to start a conversation where her high ego came to light, Axel quickly thought that she was just like everyone else. —Miss Gonzalez, tell me, what are you looking for in this job? He looked at the girl in front of him. —Honestly, I'll be frank with you... Get to know you. I think you're a very interesting man, very handsome; of course it would also be interesting to work for you. She answered without hesitation, knowing that she was beautiful and brought many men to their feet and that, if she wanted to, he could also be behind her with just a snap or a simple smile.

Near one of the towering marble columns that stretch toward the gilded ceiling, he stands tall and composed, with a command that beckons my gaze like a tide pulled by the moon. His mask gleams silver in the torchlight, shaped like a crescent that curves gracefully across his brow, its delicate edges catching the glow with every movement. His gentle smile hints at warmth, and his dark hair brushes the upper edge of the mask and curls slightly at the nape of his neck. I wonder if it would feel like silk between my fingers. The music swells and I feel his vibration, deep and magnetic. He steps forward with certainty, each movement smooth and deliberate, until he stands just before me, offering

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"

Mira moaned from having him command her body so easily. When he settled into a consistent rhythm, he reached around, his right hand gently grazing her stomach then down her abdomen until his fingers found her clitoris. There he delivered a firm massage, his thick warm fingertips caressing her. “Oh, Nate ,” she moaned, arching her back and savoring the size and feel of him. “Are you coming for me, Mira ?” “Yes,” she exclaimed, feeling the strong series of clenches unfolding deep inside “God, you’re sexy,” he groaned, reaching forward with his left had to stroke her breast, as he kept thrusting and massaging her clitoris.

Meanwhile, I stayed pressed against the cool marble, barely breathing. From this angle, I had a clear view of Mr Costello’s side profile since his back was mostly to the stairs. Those who said this man was a living devil disguised as an angel had a point. Even his side profile was mouthwatering. The sharp line of his jaw, the way his dark hair caught the light, the quiet power that seemed to roll off him in waves. It made my throat feel tight. I thought Alexander was staring at Emily until I heard him speak, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the room like it owned every inch of it.

Lips a little parted with my panting, my face glowing, I watch my Master at his work, smiling widely in anticipation of what is to come. He returns the smile, blowing me a kiss, and then, crooking the finger up inside me, he works my sweet spot. He knows me so well. The finger dances inside me, fox-trotting over my sensitised nerves and I fling my head back, moaning loudly. My audience gathers around, watching a maestro at work. Michael is wonderful, and the rest are fun, but no-one knows me as does my Master. Withdrawing the finger, he laps at my burning, brimming cunt, swirling through my inner muscles as they jump and skid and skip to his tune. He drives his tongue inside me, playing me l