Beauty And The Beasts Curtis Novels & Stories

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

He clearly admired her skills. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm a bit of a homebody. I prefer to stay here and develop my career," Phoebe smiled politely, gently turning down the invitation. Her gaze shifted to Curtis, who was resting in the front seat, his eyes closed. This French man was strikingly handsome, with sharp, well-defined features and an athletic build. Being around someone like him made her feel secure. Suddenly, Curtis opened his mesmerizing blue eyes, locking them with Phoebe's slightly startled dark ones.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

“You say that I am only an escort, that he is paying me to be by his side tonight but what does that say about you? At least I’m not throwing myself at every eligible bachelor in the room looking for a sugar daddy to take me home. You harpies really are shameless and desperate, I wouldn’t have the confidence to wear dresses like that to an event like this, those girls are ready to just jump right out and say hello to every male that walks by. Besides if the alternative is to act like you ladies, then I would rather be seen as an escort because at least then I will still have class and decorum in my favour.” I leave them standing in the bathroom in shocked silence and make my way back through

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

Meanwhile inside the chamber the vampire noble lord raked through his black hair which were parted from the middle, a weary expression graced his white face while those red eyes with long lashes stared at the curtains. "I came across a lowly woman down the market, master," Curtis began with his actual news and paused for a moment not having any idea how his highness would react upon the realization. "And she looks exactly like the one from the picture his highness had given me." The confidant closed his eyes and inhaled sharply before spouting those words assuming that a slash would definitely behead him in no time. But to his utter surprise nothing happened and silence hovered in the balco

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

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

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”

Instead of following them, she went back inside her room and lay down on her bed. She looked around her room and noticed the picture of her and Duke on their wedding day. The picture shows that she’s delighted; her face is shining, but Duke isn’t; he didn’t even bother to put on a fake smile just for the photo’s sake. Aisha’s eyes start to moist with the thought of Duke and the woman earlier, “Even if it’s breaking me apart, Duke, I won’t give up. I’ll continue and endure everything because I love you; I will be your Luna,” she muttered.