Beauty Within The Beast Novels & Stories

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

It was obvious that this beast wasn’t a minor rogue bandit. The beast watched her, captivated by her tear stained beauty, her rich copper red hair cascaded down her exposed back in waves. Her cheeks were flushed red from crying and her lips were blush pink. She wobbled to stand. “S-Stay back.” He watched as she scurried away and something struck in the beasts heart, he wanted the woman before him. Her sweet scent called to him and her soft voice was like music to his ears....he didn’t care if she was mated, he would kill her mate to get her.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

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 liked to see it and he enjoyed it, when his prey begged him for mercy which he didn't have in his heart. As the only one Beast had hated and the only one who survived being close to him for so long, Ana was bound to be fearful. He had shown her the monster, that resided inside him, because he knew she was going to be fearful of him after seeing The Real Him. Beast was not a Prince Charming with a perfect personality from fairytales. He was a monster, who killed mercilessly and only knew how to be brutal. Before, deep down in her heart, Ana really took him as her prince who came to take her away from the cruel reality, but then He-Himself became her cruel reality, which she would have neve

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

He has my soul, I know and I myself gave it him. No matter how far I go away, my beast will find me and cage me in his arms always and forever. - Advika, The Beauty. Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated. — Siddharth, The Beast. ******