Beauty And The Beast Reading Novels & Stories

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

"I understand where you are coming from, but I am not like my stepmother and two stepsisters. They don't look past anyone's appearances, and they judge them without getting to know them. But I look past someone's appearances as I want to get to know them better, and then I can judge them." "I know for sure that you have a kind heart, and you want someone to love you despite your appearances." The Beast had his mouth open as he was speechless and stunned. But then they heard a crash, and Ella (Rosabella) knew it was one of her stepsisters, as the Beast said to her. "I am afraid that I can't stay long as there is something that needs my attention, and you are allowed to pick two or three roses

Beauty answered and walked over to meet her father, she raised her right hand towards his face, touched his forehead and they disappeared. ______ Reappearing in an unknown dark Cave. Beauty led the way with her father who was trailing behind her. They both were the creatures of the night so they could see perfectly well in the dark. They walked deeper into the Cave until they came to the end of the Cave. A large circle was seen at the middle of the Cave and water was in it, it was so dark as night itself. Standing at the edge of the water, beauty started saying some incantations and her silver eyes glowed and she used her feet to touch the water.

He watched them fly away and wished he could join them. Wait for me, he tried to shout. One stopped. A girl? It glanced back at him before sprinting into the darkness. The howls of the dokkaebi echoed through the trees. The goblin convulsed—leaves crunching and dirt flying—until its body jerked in a final death throe like a fish flopping on a deck. The smoke dissipated. The girl’s tails faded. The air cleared. She sat upon the dokkaebi as calm as a child perched on her favorite reading chair. Her hand was still spread over its chest. Then the beast’s body began to crack, fissures racing along its ruddy skin.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

Nate lifted out of sleep, feeling Mira’s warm body in his arms. Lying still, he listened to her breathing, the soft flutter of her rising andfalling chest. If he concentrated, he could feel her heart beating faintly, it's rhythm hitting the side of his chest. He stared at the ceiling then angled his eyes towards the bay windows to his left, studying the dim light seeping through. It told him it was dusk. The sun hadn’t yet completely fallen beneath the horizon. The moon hadn’t entirely risen in the sky. The strange magic of twilight was filling the room.

Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor. Kane came forward, but the priestess raised her hand to stop him. The ritual wasn't complete yet. She closed her eyes and continued with her chants, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the wolf turned away from Zane's unconscious body, and it bounded off at top speed. The priestess finally let her hands down, and the fire died slowly too. She opened her eyes, now blank and without the colored part. Kane watched, his eyes thin. The priestess closed her eyes again, and took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to normal.

Aiden lay on his bed, the worn novel open in his hands, but the words on the page blurred together like distant noise. He flipped through the pages slowly, eyes scanning lines without really absorbing any of them. His brain was somewhere else entirely. "Choices change, people change, climate change, places change and even fortunes change..... But I wish I could have someone in my life who will remain constant."

There was a beautiful voice, that was Gaby’s voice. “Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends.” On the big television screen, Dylan’s face is focused on the mascara of Beast and Gaby. When Clark saw this, he felt a pain in his chest. Gaby’s smile was strange. Tale as old as time Song as old as rhyme Beauty and the Beast After a good dance, they were on the balcony. Beast: Belle is happy with me? Belle: Yes Beast: What is it?

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away.She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.” – Narrator, The beauty and the beast.