Beauty And The Beast Themed Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I continue to kiss down his neck and across his throat as my hands work to undo his button and zipper before slipping my hands inside past the waistband of his boxer to caress him. “Ahh.” His cry of pleasure makes me smile as his hands reach around me to search for the hem of my own shirt. Reluctantly I have to let his go as he pulls my shirt off and then without wasting time releases my bra and flings both away from us. His fingertip touches my chin lifting it, so I gaze up at his lust-filled eyes creating butterflies within my exposed chest as my nipples peak due to the air. “Such a naughty Angel I have, whatever will I do with you?”

“True love as in this wolf princess’s mate? What are we supposed to do, find him? The chances that he’s part of her own pack are high, aren’t they? He’d be cursed already. What are we going to do then? Carry him up to her tower and smash their faces together until they wake up?” “Could there–” I begin, then cut myself off. My dreams haunt me in startling detail these days, little details forgotten when I’d first awoken now lingering in full color. Her soft skin. Her golden hair. Her scent of roses–the same as in the princess’s rooms… and the vines. I blink, then hold Ashton’s gaze. “Is there a chance a wolf shifter could be mated to something like us?” “A wolf and a dragon?” “Yes.” “What are

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it. She moved straight toward Damien without hesitation and threw her arms around him. “Darling,” she breathed against his chest, smiling brightly. My body went completely still. ———————— AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW HI readers, if you’re loving this particular story so far, I want you to comment below or go to the dashboard and comment so more readers can be attracted to read my book and you’ll as well, help this poor author in your own little way. Thank youuuu

Fancy handwriting on expensive paper. "To educate you on your new archetype." What the hell? I looked at all the books again. And it hit me. These were all stories about girls who got taken. Girls who fell for their captors. Beauty trapped in the Beast's castle. Jane Eyre with creepy Rochester. Christine with the Phantom. He thinks I'm going to fall in love with him. He actually thinks this is some kind of love story. "You're insane!" I yelled throwing the book across the floor. "I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!"

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

Denera The library was really quiet like it usually is in a library. But this time, there was no one else there at all. It even felt a little bit dusty. I remember feeling amazed when I first came in here. There were so many books, it was like a dream come true. I even felt like the character Belle from the story Beauty and the Beast. But now, three hours have passed, and I've already read two books. The first one was about the history of the pack, but it got kind of boring, so now I'm reading a fanfiction story about werewolves and vampires that someone wrote.

The aroma of roasted meat and warm herbs filled the air — clearly prepared for a werewolf, not a fragile human. “Your Majesty… I can’t eat that,” I said softly, trying to push the plate away. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me firmly back against his bare chest. “You will,” he said, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. “You need your strength after what we shared earlier.” He lifted a piece of meat to my lips. When I hesitated, his voice softened even further. “Do you truly think so little of yourself, Scheur?” His thumb brushed my lower lip with surprising tenderness. “Do you believe I would use you and then discard you? You are my fated mate. The only woman I have any de

Even as my skin burns and itches under all that punishment. Punishment I’m not expecting to stop suddenly, but it does. And that’s because Nora decides to run her hands over her handiwork. Her nails through each hot area. She drags her nails all the way down my back. My body bows, and I present myself to her. The dull pain at her touch chills my skin and raises every hair on my body. At my ass, she dares to scratch. Leave her mark on me. I shiver excitedly under this but say nothing or move. I keep my hands planted to the wall, though they want to wrap around my engorged cock and stroke until I come.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.