Belly Of The Beast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The rest of the passengers were too busy earwigging their conversation to bother about the panorama of London, the surrounding counties laid out beneath them. Fortunately Toby, who’d been staring, silent and rapt, at the view as they’d risen slowly up into the sky suddenly shouted, ‘Look, Mummy! There’s a ship!’ And, desperate for any distraction, she looked. For a moment she only saw the river curving away towards Tower Bridge and the grey bulk of HMS Belfast looking like a toy battleship. Then reality kicked in. She was standing in mid-air with nothing to hold on to, and marriage, convenient or otherwise, was the last thing on her mind.

Belphegor makes a side comment, making me snap into making a hasty decision. Before he could finish lifting up his shirt, I dashed forward to pull his shirt back down. However, I miscalculated my strength and ended up ripping his shirt when I pulled it down. Remember when I said that Mammon had rock hard abs? I take it back. Belzeebub has the most crazy defined abs that I have ever seen. Despite being the demon prince of gluttony, there wasn’t a single flab of fat on his body. Everything is rock solid!

Unconsciously, I grabbed my belly, my instincts telling me to protect my unborn child first. I tried to move, to dodge, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Panic surged through me as Tessa’s finger tightened on the trigger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, but then something incredible happened. In that split second, when I thought this was definitely my end, a figure darted in front of me. It was Tristan, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and determination.

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

"Now tell me, am I still looking cute to you?" He asked with his deep voice filled with darkness. He smirked when I looked stunned at him. He leaned down on my stiff body. His lips hovered over mine before pulling me into his another heavenly kiss. His lips moved hungrily like he was set on eating me out for dinner, showing me his dominant side. His inner beast was taking over him as he started to release the knots of my dress hungrily while my hands went to grab his neck and shoulder to hold onto him desperately. "Should I stop or do you want me to continue?"

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

The Beast tilted its head slightly and I saw the pale eyes shift and I saw the hunger that it had been carrying since before the old laws were written rise to the surface and I felt the cold that it carried spread across the clearing and I knew that the moment that it had been waiting for was here. Then it moved and it moved faster than its size suggested and it lunged toward Nova and Kael met it head on and the impact shook the ground and claws clashed against steel and bone and Kael’s blade cut across its shoulder and the blade did not sink deep and the Beast did not bleed because the hide beneath was harder than flesh and the cold that it carried was the cold of the silence that had swall

God, what kind of life would that be? I rolled over, staring at the ceiling where faint moonlight filtered through the curtains. Rumors painted him as a monster, but that night at the ball, there had been something else. A tiredness maybe, or a depth that no one talked about. The kind of man who carried the weight of empires and blood on his shoulders but still walked like the world owed him nothing.

And since he had been a real-life human man, she had chalked the whole 'seeing a beast-like monster man' to a fever dream. But now, here.. Adam is a beast. Not in the insulting, he has horrible manners kind of way. But in the actual, he turns into a fucking animal kind of way! The black beast growls deep and with a heavy lunge, he attacks Adam with a heavy snap of his jaws. Adam growls as well and the two large beasts attack each other. Bella watches as they lunge at one another. Blood spurts and yelps ring out. Bella moves away from them, edging towards the house. She spots Chad standing by the counter in the kitchen and she half crawls, half runs to get to him.