Romans & histoires Belle And The Beast: A Christian Romance Cast

She’s watching me in tears. “I’ve come back for her.” The three nuns look at one another in confusion, then at Belle. “Do you know this man?” they ask her. Belle doesn’t move. She only nods. I exhale in relief, grateful she acknowledges me. The nuns reluctantly step aside, and the children immediately swarm my legs, tiny hands grabbing my jeans and boots. “Giant!” “Big foot!” “It’s a dinosaur!” I’m amused by their small voices and giggle.

Not my Belle though, I wasn't sure I could use my feet for now. “You look like you're about to give up.” I heard his voice behind me. “Henry? What are you doing here? I thought you were out there?” I pointed to the dance floor and there was someone there, dancing with Belle. “If you're here, who's wearing the costume?” “Roman asked if he could be the beast. I did not hesitate to hand over the costume. It's itchy, hot and so uncomfortable. He still wanted to do it." I looked back at Belle smiling so widely as Roman twirled her across the room. All this wouldn't have been possible without him.

"You're going to hate it." She tried not to think about it, focusing on the prospect of a cooked meal in her tummy instead. Mr and Mrs Cross were setting the table together as the pair approached. They looked up, eyes wide in shock. "Oh, you must be Damien's girlfriend," Mr Cross said, offering his hand. 'Girlfriend?!' "I'm Belle," she said, accepting his hand. "Oh," the mother cried. "It's just like beauty and the beast." "Am I the beast in this scenario, Mum?" Damien asked, eyebrow raised.

Axel. "Ni-nice to meet you too, Roman." Aria looked completely out of her depth. "And you know what? She's Bella, and Axel is the Beast!" Mila sang, her face shining with the innocence that only a child could have. "Oh, is that so?" Roman burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the large room. "Nice to meet you, Bella. Watch out for our beast here." He threw a pointed look at me before turning to Aria. He winked at her again.

Hunter asked Belle, ready to run into the tigers' territory right then and there and ask if they were trying to make a fool of him. “Uh… I think this is her.” Belle blinked, as shocked as he felt, as the modestly dressed girl approached the altar, allowing him to notice that she had a tiny bouquet of camellias in her hands, as well as having her face hidden by a semi-transparent veil that could not hid a lot of her facial features, especially not in front of eyes like Hunter's “I think… Maybe she wanted to make a good impression?” his cousin asked, looking as unconvinced of that possibility as he was.

Christian “I feel like you’ve officially lost your mind, Christian.” Beau chuckled. “I don’t know what kind of thing you’re planning, but I’m kindly requesting you to keep my sisters and me out of it.” “I thought the idea was to scare him away, not to anger him even more.” Carmen agreed. “Oh my god, we’ll all end up dead.” Carmen freaked out while she bumped her head against Beau’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t we stop him?” Christian spoke. Beau was confused by his words but was in no mood to argue with him. It didn’t take him long to figure out that Christian would do whatever Christian wanted to do.

Just as she had thought, he was only a gentleman before his parents but when they were alone, he revealed his most fearsome monster that will not care about you, woman or man. To her, he looked like a beast, the beast from ‘the beauty and the beast tale’. That beast never had the time to interact with people. He even locked Belle in a cell, behind iron bars. Who does that if not for someone that cares less about people, man or woman or child? Ramon was just like him, just that he wasn’t a beast physically, but he had the soul of a beast.

Belle is more excited for him than I think he is excited for himself. Belle and Aria are best friends. The two are inseparable and have been since Aria was born. Best friends, and destined to be together. We all know, but we do not discuss it or push it. We let them lead the way on what is in their hearts. If the weeping wolf was right about the two of them, it will happen in its own time. "Belle," I call out to her. I need her help, but she is preoccupied with making sure she looks perfect today. She is perfect. She does not have to try. Her long black hair and dark olive skin make her look like a goddess.

Liara hadn't observed that Theodore was wearing a royal blue dress and had a mop in his hand until Calvin mentioned it. She didn't know how to react to his profession. Moon Goddess paired an Alpha female with someone who was a cleaner. "Calvin!! I think Rose wants that toy." Liara spoke to divert his mind and dragged him from there. "Calvin, I want this," Roselet spoke when Calvin reached near her. It was a beautiful dancing globe of beauty and the beast. Belle had been wearing her favorite yellow gown, and the beast was in his blue suit. Roselet played it, and in the next moment, they started dancing one eighty degrees holding each other in their arms.

Something was coming, and he wasn’t ready for it. He turned to Belle, trying one last time to manipulate her. “Belle,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “You have to see reason. Zane isn’t who you think he is. He’s no saint.” Belle stood there for a moment, her eyes hardening as she took a step closer to me. “Maybe Zane isn’t a saint,” she said, her voice steady, “but he’s a far better person than the demon that you are.”