Beauty In The Beast World Novels & Stories

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 let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

I wasn't in total shock hearing his confession, but his next words shocked me even more. "But I never knew that this beast would find his beauty." My breathing got caught up in my throat. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time. He smiled, and it wasn't a fake one. He stared at me with pure adoration and affection. "During all of this I've hurt you unintentionally and I regret it. I don't know how much you will hate me now, but I know one thing for sure, that this beast won't let his beauty go because this beast has crazily started to fall for his beauty."

This Beastman World is very harsh, natural selection in this world is very cruel, every Beastman, be it Herbivore or Predator will be selected without mercy. **

Dylan looked at him and Pearl could see the wheels turning. "Beauty and the Beast" Dylan said. Rhys smiled. "Pearl is the Beauty type character. One is you is the beast. The rest are hunters, like one, a Van Helsing character and others, we can figure that out. And she has not until a last rose petal falls, to kiss him, but a tree, shedding its last leaf." Rhys said. It was brilliant. They all loved it. Rhys looked at Ian on the screen. "You. You would be the beast." Ian laughed. "Of course I'm the beast!"

I hadn't expected that, but nonetheless, I refuse to look away, matching the intensity of his gaze. "I was out in the forest one night with my daughter, when the Beast came and took her from me. When I tried to fight it off, it took my hand and left me near-dead on the ground," he mutters, before resting his arm on his lap, allowing me to keep seeing as he explains his story. The Beast has never hurt a single soul. It is a magical creature which remains unseen, granting magic in return for our devoted faith. My mothers chants ring through my mind.

Beasty is starting to look like another being in that same body. “It was quite fun actually, fooling the guy who thinks is fooling everyone.” She briskly uttered, “Well, to be honest, I was kind of curious what a DISGRACED like you can actually do, but never did I expect things to end this way, where I actually get to shed tears.” She laughed. “I am totally impressed.” Beasty added, “You are just like misery, waiting for your prey to stumble, to breaking down before you sink your teeth on its neck," she smirked. "How daunting.”

He turned me around and started to kiss my jaw and neck. He put my forehead against his. "I can't believe that I have a family. Thank you so much for giving this beast a family." he whispered. "You may be a beast, but you are my beast." I said as I hugged him The beast found his love. The end.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.