Beauty In The Beast World の小説・ストーリー

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

I am really grateful to my british father, because even though I am poor in life, I am rich in appearance. "Rene, working student. Not a nanny. For me, it's different." said madam next to me and she looked at me in the mirror and smiled. Madam has been very kind to me. I hope Taiden lives a little with it, too. The gay laughed at what the madam said. "It seems like it's just the same, Madam." At the same time, he parted my fake curly hair. Madam looked at Rene and the disgust on her face was obvious.

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Beast: I'm sorry I took your phone. I loved that he saved himself as Beast, even though that meant he went through my phone. Me: Thank you. He responded before I could put my phone away. Beast: is everything ok at home? Me: perfect. I have a surprise for you. Me: actually, it's more for me than you but since you're paying for it we should pretend it's for you. Beast: I can't wait! If it is tight and black, I would like a preview.

[Valerie] I was stunned by the mighty being who towered above me; her hair white as snow, billowing out behind her in the wind as she stretched out pale arms and the werewolves around us fell in submission. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and her eyes remained a faded shade of the red they were before she transformed. She was otherworldly - taller than most humans, her skin almost as white as her hair, but still, she was mesmerizing in all her beauty. She seemed delicate, as if her bones may break at the slightest touch, but when she spoke, through blood-red lips, she sounded as fierce as her werewolf looked.

A place of peace and joy was in Adonis's room. Adonis looked at Alex with curious eyes, the boy's chubby mouth began to move to say something, Adonis's eyes lit up and the boy's clear voice rang out, attracting Alex's attention, the boy said. “Uncle Alex Today my teacher told me a story called "Beauty and the Beast". The ending of the story is very happy, a ferocious beast turns into a handsome man, so is this story true? Can a man turn into a beast and a beast can turn into a man?”

“Okay. How about we play Beauty and the beast?” He arched his eyebrow again. “What?” I asked. “That's weird, mom.” “No, it's not weird. Besides, what's weird about beauty and the beast? I will be the beauty,” I smiled as I pictured myself actually being the beauty, “while you are the beast.” “But I'm small, and I can't even shift like you and dad.” “It doesn't matter, sweetheart, as long as you are the male here, it can work out.” I shrugged my shoulders.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

She saw us immediately. "Your Majesty!" she called out mockingly. "How lovely of you to join us! I was hoping you'd survive Nyx's little trap." "Disappointed?" I shouted back. "Delighted. Killing you myself will be so much more satisfying." She raised her hands. The portal pulsed. More creatures spilled through. "We need to get past them," Ezra said. "Reach the portal. Break her concentration." "How?" "Violently." Caspian shifted mid-stride. His massive lycan form crashed into the nearest shadow beast, tearing it apart with claws and teeth.