Bête Novels & Stories

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

He prayed to all the gods that his baby sister was okay. Liv was saying her own prayers as she waited for Brodi to arrive. She kept her head on a swivel watching for any poacher that might come back to check his traps as she tried to soothe the beautiful animal in her lap. The wolf's muscles remained tense with the pain, but she seemed to take comfort in Liv's touch. She wanted to kill someone right now. No, she wanted to snap a bear trap on the asshole's leg that had left the trap here in the first place. Liv didn't understand how someone thought it was acceptable to torture a majestic animal for a few bucks.

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

Fucking bastard! ****

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

However I was scared of the answer. "Beast."

YOU DOCILE STINKY PIG! Nero kept and lashing insult using his poisonous tongue to the body of the beast who just feinted as he slowly reverted back to his original appearance If the lava breathing boar could just hear how the little black cat's hurling and saying insults to him right now, he will surely die out of anger. 'I am not a PET and most importantly I am not docile and stinky!!! AMMA BEAST! I AM A CERTIFIED BEAST!!! It is just that you are a MONSTER! That is why I am no match from you!!'---- it would probably rebut.

It had been a few minutes and the beast was nowhere to be found. A tree fell and I snapped my head in that direction, it was the one that the last two girls were tied to. The moon came out from behind the clouds and at the corner of my eyes was the beast. Before it disappeared, I realised to my horror that it looked somewhat like a wolf, but with long shaggy hair and a huge head. A half wolf-half abomination. I didn't realise I was screaming when a growl sounded from behind me and before I could turn, I was snatched from the tree. A sharp pain ran through my body. I was being carried in the mouth of the beast, and its teeth pierced through my skin. It was running so fast that i felt dizzy, a

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

This was what I was afraid of. Jillie grew impatient with my slow pace because soon she bucked her hips against me, eliciting a loud moan from herself, causing the animal to rise once again. I clenched my jaw and slowed my pace even more. She bucked her hips again. She was killing me. “Piccolo, stop,” I mumbled against her neck, but she wasn’t listening. She did it again, and the beast surfaced.