Every Beast Needs A Beauty Novels & Stories

He has my soul, I know and I myself gave it him. No matter how far I go away, my beast will find me and cage me in his arms always and forever. - Advika, The Beauty. Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated. — Siddharth, The Beast. ******

It took seconds before Ugar was standing tall before us. I’ve seen Beast transformed, and I’ve heard all the things people have had to say about how extraordinary he looks, but I don’t believe he beats Ugar. Our father’s dragon truly is a sight for sore eyes. “Excuse me, I’m not too bad either,” Beast growled lowly in my head. I chuckled. “I meant no offense. It’s just clear where you get your beauty from.”

Beasty is starting to look like another being in that same body. “It was quite fun actually, fooling the guy who thinks is fooling everyone.” She briskly uttered, “Well, to be honest, I was kind of curious what a DISGRACED like you can actually do, but never did I expect things to end this way, where I actually get to shed tears.” She laughed. “I am totally impressed.” Beasty added, “You are just like misery, waiting for your prey to stumble, to breaking down before you sink your teeth on its neck," she smirked. "How daunting.”

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

None of those women can compare to her natural beauty. "You are more beautiful than all the women in every herd. They are all the same, tall, and fake. They're more human than anything with how they dye their hair, get breast enhancements, and all the other fake stuff I can't think about. They assume that's what men want. Maybe some do, but not me. I prefer natural beauty. Who wants something fake when you can have something real with meaning?" Monica looks up at me and smiles slightly.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I wasn't in total shock hearing his confession, but his next words shocked me even more. "But I never knew that this beast would find his beauty." My breathing got caught up in my throat. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time. He smiled, and it wasn't a fake one. He stared at me with pure adoration and affection. "During all of this I've hurt you unintentionally and I regret it. I don't know how much you will hate me now, but I know one thing for sure, that this beast won't let his beauty go because this beast has crazily started to fall for his beauty."

[CAMI] The dress fits like a fucking dream. Figures. It clings to me like silk was invented just to wrap around my body. Heart-shaped neckline that does all kinds of wicked things to my chest, the fabric hugging my hips like it knows how to sin. I stare at myself in the mirror and blink once. Twice. I look… insane. Insanely beautiful. I’m not humble about it. Never have been. I’ve never pretended to be the kind of girl who calls herself ugly just to hear someone argue otherwise. I know what I look like.

If given some thought, Fiona was always dressed in simple clothes that still looked elegant on her. When Justin's dad finally introduced her to him, he could see how perfect she looked. He noticed that she had put on minimal makeup, showing her natural features. It is really rare for a girl to use less makeup. Whenever she laughs, her eyes twinkle brightly. For unknown reasons, it makes his heart beat faster. She had the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Reminiscing about that day still brings a smile to Justin's face.

Dare to raise against us and the women in your family were going to be raped in front of you and your children were going to be taken in as our own pets to kill mercilessly at our orders. A warning that made everyone bow down to them, even if they knew what kind of people they really were. Without morals and principles that even mafias like them used to have. Their impassiveness pushed Beast to become impassive too. To not care about any principle or any moral that was taught to him. To not show mercy to even the most innocent of people. Sighing heavily, Beast rubbed his temple and his mind went back to Ana who must be crying in the room right now. All she ever did was cry and then cry again