Beauty And The Beasts Wiki Novels & Stories

he says, locking his arm through mine and pulling me with him. *** The backyard of the villa doesn’t even look like the same place. It’s massive—stretched wide under the darkening sky, strings of lights glittering overhead like stolen stars. Every inch is dressed up in Luzia’s vision. Blood red roses climb trellises, small crystal chandeliers dangle from wooden arches, and silk drapes across tables that are drowning in champagne and candles. It’s glamorous—so beautiful it almost feels like an insult. Because all I see are wolves in couture.

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.

“Ji, don't do this to me. Please don't. I want this baby. I love him, please don't snatch him from me. Furthermore, I'll do whatever you want, or I'll accept anyone whom you desire, I'll never say anything about it. Please ji, please. He is our son. He is a part of us, a symbol of our love. Please. You wanted a baby from me. I'm giving you so why ji why you're doing this?” Beauty screamed at the beast. However, The beast was staring at her. Her breathing was labored as she glared at him. “I don't want anything from you, not even a baby". Beast was deeply looking at her. Beauty sobbed loudly at his words. “This is yours. This is your baby”, Beauty broke down in front of him. “I know that and

One of the wolves steps up to me, growling for me to stop. A massive mansion appears nearby. It’s three stories high, dark, and painted-chipped with vines growing on it from years of no maintenance. Glass-stain windows display beautiful angel designs. It’s like the dark castle from Beauty and the Beast, and I’m Belle. Am I supposed to fall for the Beast? Can I change him from his ruthless ways? I laugh in my head at the thought. Yeah right.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** MONTH'S LATER *** AMBER *** "You're doing great Bella. But you lack poise and confidence. I want you to walk like a peacock with pride. flaunt that beautiful feathers for everyone to admire. when they see you, all they should think of is Grace" My catwalk instructor Ann told me. "so don't hold back on anything" she adds I slightly nod my head with a smile as I recalled events earlier before today.

I dig deep and find the courage and say, "Good one, Faith. Though, I have to ask if you've ever even seen Beauty and The Beast?" Faith lifts her bushy brow and nods, her smirk slightly turning into a frown. "Hmm, interesting," I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. "See, Belle doesn't really wear makeup. In fact, I don't think she wears any at all. So, with that being said, I don't see how you truly look like Belle. You've caked on so much makeup, that if your beast here were to hit you in the face with a pillow, your face would imprint the sheet." I bring my hand over my mouth and am in shock at how my mouth got away from me. It's like my lips couldn't stop moving, rambling on and

Her words held a sense of magic, a gateway to a world of imagination where anything was possible. "In a dark Stormy Night, a cute little Princess reached a Big Palace.. She ate some food and took some rest.. When she got up, she saw a Big Garden inside ... She walked to the Garden and touched a Big Red Rose.. The moment she touched it, she felt someone watching her.. She got scared and started moving back, only to hit herself with the Only Owner of this Palace.. THE BEAST." "Beast?? He owned that Beautiful Palace?" Nathan asked curiously.

I am overwhelmed by my experience of the day it was truly amazing and I fully agree that they have earned their reputation many times over. “Wow. You guys are amazing I cannot thank you all enough for this. You are miracle workers.” “No ma’am we only tidied up a little, the truth is you are naturally beautiful we just made sure that now everyone can see it.” My hormones choose that moment to pull on my emotions and I find myself fighting back tears. “Don’t cry! You will ruin your makeup!” Anya exclaims in a panic and rushes over. “I’m sorry, I’m just so grateful and I couldn’t control myself.”

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

She mimed my punch, complete with sound effects. I burst into laughter again, doubling over. “He looked like a cartoon character seeing stars. I almost felt bad. Almost.” “Almost,” Natalie agreed, nodding sagely. Then she smirked wider. “But let’s be real, we look so much better with our bruises than they do. We’re like – badass battle scars. They just looked like kicked puppies.” We exchanged a proud, almost feral grin. Yeah, we were messed up, but we’d messed them up worse. The memory of their faces—stunned, shocked, and nursing their egos—was strangely satisfying.