Davis High Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

Davis The tiles in the handicap stall were cold, but the girl pressed against them was burning up. My name is Davis. 20 years old, a high Senior, and this girl right here, Her name was... Cindy, or maybe Chelsea—I didn’t really care. She had her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her breath was hitching in my ear as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of her sweet perfume and the sharp smell of bleach. I was moving with a heavy, rhythmic pace, my hands locked onto her hips to keep her pinned.

Sally choked and covered her face, but David breathed it deeply in. She turned to him, appalled at how he was behaving. “Stop it,” she said, punching his arm. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” It did no good, David was oblivious. He leaned so far forward that he looked like he was going to topple over. His chest was rising and falling, and his arms shook like he was caught up in some kind of religious ecstasy. Sally looked from the Beast to David and back again. The Beast’s head was thrown back, and its body was tense, as though it was about to spring. Something about it was different though, something had changed.

Davina tried to wrestle with Hayley, but Hayley had the upper hand, easily forcing her back. After seeing that they all were down, Hayley stood over the three of them and let out a loud roar, forcing them to transform. Davina whimpered, being the first of her friends to start begging. "I'm sorry, I was only doing it for-" "Still think that I'm weak, Davina?" Hayley growled, cutting her off. She was about to take their beasts just as she had done with the Rouge wolf Maxwell. "I didn't want to do this, because no one who had the gift of a beast should live without it. But you, Davina, you have done some unforgivable things."

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

‘If I’m going to wear the big occasion dress, I’d like to wait until it’s only the dress that’s big… The Saturday after the baptism of Stephanie Joy Dan, her mother and father made eternal vows to love, honour and keep one another in sickness and in health for all their days. Matty, her wheelchair decorated with white and silver ribbons, held her little god-daughter throughout the service. Toby performed valiantly as ring-bearer. Connie wept buckets and told everyone who would listen that Miracesca was the kindest, most wonderful woman on earth and Dan kissed her and told her that she was absolutely right. The marquee was a picture in yellow and white, and after lunch and a

Maybe taking a new gig would take my mind off her until I could track her scent again. I accept I typed back. Kidnap Natalia Mikhailov and keep her safe until her father votes for Pavlischchev’s new boss before the election in seventy-three days. Natalia. The popular girl who put me down in high school and had me running around the track at night to get in shape? I was the big one. The one they all teased and made fun of, thanks to her. Until I dropped out of school at the start of my sophomore year after getting bit by a freaking werewolf one night while running on the school track.

Alexandra's POV The sudden cacophony of screams outside the lab window startled me out of my concentration. I turned to see Davis Beckett, the school's star athlete, surrounded by a gaggle of adoring girls. Though I tried to return to my work, I tried to resist to be drawn in by the spectacle." "He's such a hottie!" Summer gushed, her eyes glued to Davis. I had to admit, he was easy on the eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to swoon like the rest of the girls.

Speak of the devil. Nina came storming across the lawn, her silk robe fluttering behind her, hair still in curlers but eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “Did you see the daisies?” “Yes,” I said, trying not to sigh. “I’m handling it.” “Good. Because if I see one more daisy, I swear—” “They’re gone,” I interrupted. “Focus on your hair, Nina.” She exhaled dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Okay. Okay, fine. But what about the candles? Did they fix the candle heights?”

She gives me her hand and stops talking. With her left hand in mine, I tell her what’s on my heart. “Bexley, from the moment I met you, I knew you weren’t an ordinary girl. I felt the tug on my heart immediately. But I was afraid. I didn’t think a woman of your beauty, intelligence, and kindness could ever love a monster like me. But I was wrong. Your loving spirit allowed you to see past the beast and into my soul. Bexley Kessler, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” I slip the ring on her finger. Bexley bursts into tears.

He gently placed her down and watched her. The cold wind blew, and Julia shivered. Zeke blanketed her with the hide and tucked her in. The wind blew again, trailing her scent and intoxicating him once again. Zeke closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly opened his eyes and exposed his ruby red pupils that glowed with malice. “My sweet, sweet, human girl.” He moaned in delight. He combed her hair using his fingertips and placed it close to his face. The mere touch of her hair against his skin made him want to claim her.