Black Beast Novel By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

Made to take another step when I staggered again and this time I fell, but not on the cold surface of the floor but on a strong arms, the last thing I saw was the beast face staring back at me. Having no idea how long I was out, I woke up to hear to beast yelling at someone. "You mean she hasn't eaten for days!" He growled causing the room to shake!. "What am I paying you guys for" "We always bring her food" The poor girl burst into tears, obviously terrified. "You wanna argue with me?" His voice was suddenly dangerously calm. Drake quickly step in, asking the girl to leave, when the beast turn around to look at me. I pretended to be asleep. . . . Tbc.

'' Mischa asked kindly. Mischa rushed upstairs, then a few moments later came down carrying a young girl. Anindira's eyes sparkled when she saw a petite girl not very different from her. She was the first woman Anindira had seen in this WORLD OF BEASTS. A petite girl with long caramel-colored hair with clear hazel eyes. She should have been a beautiful girl with a sharp jawline that looked strong and firm. Her forehead, cheekbones, and jawline were almost the same width. It was a shame that her white skin was dry and looked dull. Her long hair was also sticky and oily, almost matted.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door. I stepped inside the living room. the house was dark as all the lights were turned off. "I knew you wouldn't resist coming to your own funer

She was paralyzed by the conflicting emotions coursing through her – shock, fear, disbelief. "Ameera," Haider's voice was soft, a stark contrast to the world she had just glimpsed. Ameera's eyes remained fixed on the wall, on the faces that stared back at her. Faces that had been silenced by the Black Mafia. She felt her legs move almost on their own, carrying her towards the wall as if drawn by an unseen force. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, her words a whisper. "You're... you're the Black Mafia?"

' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from. "Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude." I squinted my eyes, feeling the headache getting to me. Maybe it was not a good idea to read books now. I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.

Her nights would be filled with haunting nightmares, reminding her of the past. “Don't open your eyes, Jaan, until I tell you," Beast whispered in Beauty's ears and Beauty nodded. He hugged his Jaan tightly and looked up at the bastard who was at his mercy. “I'm fine, Ji! I'm strong enough to face Vikranth. I want to kill him with my bare hands but on the other hand, I don't want him to die easily. He tried to kill you, ji. He also shot bullets at Shaurya. Thanks to Brother Neil who came on time", Beauty said, but her sobbed hiccups broke the beast's heart.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

It was as though I had encountered her before, somewhere in the distant past, yet I couldn't place where. I had lived for more than a century, and there were very few things I could remember with complete certainty anymore. Faces, names, battles, alliances, betrayals—they had all blurred together over the years. But I remembered the way I had felt around her. Last night had been unlike anything I had ever experienced, it had been the best night I had ever had. Not even with my mate, when she was still alive, had I experienced that same sense of completeness. Everything had felt right with this woman. For the first time in a hundred years, my disturbed wolf had become completely calm in someo

Her short black hair frames her face and is cut just above her chin, her light brown eyes look like they’re shining from the adrenaline she’s feeling, and from her smirk I can see a deep dimple in her left cheek. Her voice is taunting as she says, “Well, well, well, if isn’t Penelope Fox’s daughter, the new white wolf.” She gives an over exaggerated pout as she says, “Looks like she got caught in the wolf’s den.” My eyes flicker around me, I need something to help me get leverage. Her eyes look wild, and I know this is Beatrix Black, but I find it odd how much more wild and unhinged she looks compared to her brother who had been cursed.