Belle And The Beast: A Christian Romance Cast Novels & Stories

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

Tristan tucked it away delicately and asked, "What are you planning to do with Colette and Xenia?" Belle frowned slightly as she glanced into the cellar. "I want to have some fun with them first. We'll see what happens after that." After all, they weren't completely useless yet. She could contact Lena through them. The corners of Tristan's mouth twitched. "Y-Yes. Fun." What a game she was playing. Tristan would never take Belle's offer up on any games after what he witnessed. Belle thanked them again before leaving. Tristan and his team watched her leave before exploding into chatter. "I almost pissed my pants! No wonder Mr. Page Senior forced Mr. Page to marry her. That's a boss right there

“If there’s anything this ferocious beast likes, it’s virginal women all for him. One to breed his child and be his queen,” “Do you think you can do that?” he asked. “That depends on who’s asking, the beast himself beneath…or the legendary King Caspian?” I answered, with my hands firmly placed around my transparent robe. It seemed like I was beginning to understand this creature, every moment. “Who does your loyalty lie with, of us both?” he made his way towards me saying. “Both of you, milord. I mean… aren’t you of the same body?” I stated. “Moreover, there are still some mysteries in this castle, I’m willing to unravel”

But the thought of more Scions, more eyes, more scrutiny made my stomach twist uneasily. “Of course, Your Highness,” Bastien said warmly. Then he turned toward the doorway behind him and called, “Mara, dear, could you give me a hand?” Not long after, another figure emerged from the back room. She was elderly too, though she carried herself with an easy grace that made her seem far younger than her years. Her dark hair had faded mostly to gray, gathered neatly at the back of her head, and her warm brown eyes softened the moment they landed on us.