Every Beast Needs A Beauty Novels & Stories

I could smell their arousals from my beauty. My imaginative innocence beat away at their need to have me. I remembered then I was unmated. I was wanted. I was a jewel to this party. None of them could compare to what I really wanted from this party. They would keep their hands away from my body but I knew what they really wanted to do. They wanted to rip my dress off. No matter how many fancy clothes someone dresses up in... a beast will always be a beast. I was shrinking away from the pheromones being produced around me. They were overwhelming me from the want to mate. The need to woo me. It was a prize to be won here. No matter if we were fated or not. Suddenly... one would be brave enough

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

I dig deep and find the courage and say, "Good one, Faith. Though, I have to ask if you've ever even seen Beauty and The Beast?" Faith lifts her bushy brow and nods, her smirk slightly turning into a frown. "Hmm, interesting," I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. "See, Belle doesn't really wear makeup. In fact, I don't think she wears any at all. So, with that being said, I don't see how you truly look like Belle. You've caked on so much makeup, that if your beast here were to hit you in the face with a pillow, your face would imprint the sheet." I bring my hand over my mouth and am in shock at how my mouth got away from me. It's like my lips couldn't stop moving, rambling on and

Beki nuzzled against our bond. She loved me unconditionally and wasn’t the type of wolf who wanted a better-looking human half, but even she had to admit that life was a thousand times easier with the advantage of beauty. “Wait a minute.” Marianna strode into the room, her hands clenched into fists. “Why does that behemoth get the beautiful a****n and we have to make do with average- looking Neutrals?” “Miss Aibek requires a body that can handle her immense power.”

To know the origin of the beasts, I have to touch it. All beasts are creepy looking and they are all hybrid consists of two genes except the one who had the diamond. Why did the diamond choose this beast? Well, there’s only one reason the beast is a powerful hybrid. I can sense its strong aura. The beasts roared and growled loudly and started attacking us. Azrael growled and attacked the weak ones I told him earlier. I know the beast’s capability just by looking at them. I ran towards the beast, not tearing my gaze away from its burning eyes. The beast didn’t move like it was waiting for me to get nearer. I killed every beast that blocked my way.

The wolves around me crouch down, baring their necks to me in absolute submission. I will create my own army to bring HIM down!!! I don'n need anyone's help! I. AM. THE. BEAST!!! AND I SHALL BECOME THE QUEEN!!!

My hands were on the edge of the seat, knuckles whitening as the weight of choice settled into the bones of it. Finally, she wiped her face with the heel of her hand, mascara leaving dark smears on her fingertips. “You think you can keep me by scaring everyone else to death,” she said, voice flat. I flinched; there it was again—her ability to reduce my grand gestures to simple, ugly truths. “Sometimes it needs to be ugly to be effective,” I said, because it was the truth. Sometimes you had to scare the world into behaving. She drew in a breath, steadying herself with an ironness that had always been her strength. “Listen to me now, I will never be yours.”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

“I know it looks weird that I'm showing this to you but I'll make it clear that I'm not showing it to you because I'm collecting some animal feathers or thingies you may say. These are actually my evidences for what we call a beast.” “Now, what is this beast you may ask? This is not like in the movie beauty and the beast. This beast even has a number determined by their tails. And I think for me, because of these three things, I am tracking down a 3 tailed beast.” “...”

Beauty, a lady as precious as her name, so beautiful its chokes both the men and females. Who wouldn't want to have the great beauty? No one! But too bad the great beauty is a bit too wild and crazy having the thoughts that no one can make her cum or fulfil her biggest fantasy. Her biggest fantasy..? Gang banging! A whole wild banging with not just one, not two, not three but four or five. Wild, right? But everyone also has their share of secret fantasies they still haven't realised after so long but as for Beauty—She wants it, she goes after it, but the problem she has is…How?