Beauty And The Beast Man Novels & Stories

she commented, her eyes fixed on the man's handsome face. "I think there has been a misunderstanding. I am not blind; rather, I am deaf, but I can do the things that most men can’t do to women. If I were blind, would I know that you have a tiny diamond ring in your belly button? And a beautiful birthmark on your right boob?" The man inquired, his hands cupping her breasts.

She moves like someone who’s forgotten how. But she’s here. Still alive. Still breathing. Behind her, a man lingers in the doorway. He does not give a damn. There’s a smirk stretched across his face, like he’s watching a dark comedy and I’m the punchline. “I’m the best man,” he announces, like this is all some kind of twisted celebration. His grin grows wider, almost boyish. Then the door clicks shut again. Mrs. Mancini doesn’t acknowledge him. Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched.

I was also smelling as I had not had a bath in three days. I looked closely and saw that the strange man was with him. Maybe I was being released? But where was my father? The strange man came closer to me and bent down. He held my chin violently and forced me to look him in the eye. “You rat. You refuse the food I give you? You're supposed to count yourself lucky that you're even being fed!”. He said and let go of my chin. He stood up and faced the security man. “Remove the chains from her legs and arms.”. He did as he was ordered.

he asked, his voice slick and amused. I nodded once. “Yes.” He smirked. “Assistant to the devil himself?” I gave a nervous chuckle. “Something like that.” “Well, you must be strong then.” He grinned wider. “Or a little crazy.” My fingers tightened around his shoulder, still trying to keep the rhythm as I avoided eye contact. Rowan's gaze still weighed heavily on me, branded into the back of my skull. The man leaned down slightly, his lips far too close to my ear. “You know…” he said, voice lowered, “You could work for someone else. Someone who knows how to treat a woman.”

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

I screamed as loud as possible. He realised he was the reason while I was screaming and hesitantly let go of me as I scrambled as far as possible from me which made me hit the headboard. Tears start to stream from my eyes as I looked at the man in front of me, who only had his sweatpants. I wondered if he was even human as I saw him changing from a wolf to a human in seconds. The thought made cry even harder.

“All my life, I have never been touched by a man. I’ve remained clean and chaste” – Ava Goodchild *Back to reality* I widened my eyes at the realization of why exactly I was here. I couldn’t make sense of any of this. But what did make a twinge of sense, was who this man was. The beast, of whom I was selected to. “W-Where is T-tabitha?” I stuttered, asking. No response came from him.

This isn’t because he was strong—I can feel that I am stronger than him. It was something different that was making it hard for me to shake off this stranger, who I now fathom as not a regular human being. “Belle, listen. Hear my voice and come back to your senses!” His voice made me pause. A warm feeling rests on my chest as my vision was starting to turn clear. I can vaguely see the stranger pitting me down. It was a man with long black hair cascading all over his face and even covering his chest. Red eyes pierces me with strong and deep emotions of worry and pleadingness. “Belle…” When he speaks again, I notice his eyes softening. Seeing this man in this state does weird things in my hear