Beauty And The Beasts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

AJ laid back down and extended his hand. “What?” Ed shook his hand but frowned. “You came to save me and Mommy. You’re really like Beast. He came to help Belle. Mommy isn’t Belle, but she’s also beautiful. So it still fits.” AJ shook Ed's hand with earnest gratitude. “I’ll always come. Whenever YOU need help, I’ll come.” Ed stroked AJ’s head, who, of course, looked delighted. He had his own personal 'Beast', who was there for him. Naturally, he welcomed it warmly.

I don't care about him anymore, he's. Suddenly his ocean-like eyes meet mine and I almost melt, reminding me of the first time his eyes had met mine. I internally scold myself for looking, but the damage was done instantly. His lips curl up and I snap out of it, watching as Faith grabs his hand and pulls him towards me. Her cheeks puff with anger as her eyes glint at me. "Question for you, Cassandra. Have you ever seen Lion King?" Faith asks, smirking devilishly. As my eyes scan over her dress, I can't believe she and Crayvin dressed up as Beauty and The Beast. The image alone is enough to make me vomit.

The woman felt she was about to explode: “Please stop, I need the bathroom!” “I will not stop. Instead of crying, try to enjoy it.” “How can I enjoy such a thing?!” She wasn't even able to understand his goal. But she felt something so wrong going in her lower parts. The Beast finally hugged her and kissed her cheek saying: “You are a good girl. You shall listen to your master. Neither Claude nor even I want to hurt you.” “What do you want to do?” “I desire you.” “You will r*pe me?”

Bella “Let me finish, please,” he paused to brush his lips over mine. “I’ve prayed every day for her to be returned to me, but every day I was denied. Until last night. When I was touching you, she came through. She’s inside of you. You brought her back to me. You are her or so I thought at first. I was confused as to why my feelings for you were changing. It made me angry. I felt like I was betraying Ara, but I should have known better. Faes are the species that are most commonly reincarnated. And some of us, even though it is very rare, end up remembering our past lives. Last night, after I decided that I wanted you, Ara made herself known. But her soul had been obliterated making it impos

Channeling a sudden surge of raw kinetic power through my torso, I break her hold and fling her backward, sending her body crashing heavily onto the stone floorboards. She sits sprawled on the concrete, her eyes fracturing with a wave of deep, ugly heartbreak as she lets out a sharp shriek. "Your inner beast is still howling for Chika Whitmore, is it not? Even after the Afolayan Dominion stamped their marriage mark onto his flesh, your station refuses to terminate the signal!"

I screamed, pouring all my strength og preventing him from taking off my clothes. “Beast, you say?” Keeran growled. “I’ll show you exactly what the beast looked like,” he added, and smirked, and before I could even blink, he ripped my shorts off, leaving me with my panties on. "No! Please! No, I have a mate, please don't do this!" I begged, all my courage had suddenly vanished seeing he’s capable of ripping my clothes effortlessly, even if I protest. Keeran growled, pushing me into the bed. The hand they as clinging to the headboard has now on my clothes, trying desperately to hold onto them despite knowing it’ll be futile. I held my hands up, trying to stop him again. This made him even ang

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.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** I woke up feeling tired, and my head was aching badly. My mind instantly played back to what happened yesterday and the tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. I stood up and walked to the full length mirror while I stared at my reflection. What was I thinking when I said yes to him? he's cheating on me, not just with any random person but my step sister and he's been lying to me about it to. I broke down in tears.

I smirked lifting my lips to the corner and pressed his legs on which I had fired the gun. He moaned with pains and held my hands trying to stop me but there was no way that I was going to stop from torturing him. As I was giving him the pain, I turned to look back at the Belle. She was standing like a beautiful white doll at the corner of the room. “Belle,” I called her but she didn’t give any response to me. “Belle,” I called her again but she didn’t answer me. I looked back at her. Her eyes looked like she was drunk. Like she was alcoholic right now.