Every Beast Needs A Beauty Novels & Stories

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—" Although I accused him of assaulting me, I couldn't stand the shameful feeling I was experiencing. Caleb lowered his affectionate gaze on me. I saw myself in the reflection of his eyes. He cooed, "Daphne, that's not it. Didn't you come to us to have some fun? Didn't you know this is where you and many girls… have fun?" My eyes widened in shock when I learned that the beauty salon wasn't just a salon; it was an entertainment establishment. That explained the number of studs I came across when I entered the place.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

she warned with gritted teeth, yet Ruan just smiled tauntingly. “I will gladly receive my punishment later, My Luna!” “Beast!” “Well… they said I was. And they also say I am rough and unstoppable. Want a demo, baby?” Another scream escaped from her lips, echoing in the heart of the forest. Because indeed, he just proved her what kind of unstoppable and rough beast he was. They said Beauty can tame the Beast. Yet, sometimes, there are Beauties that is designed to awaken the beast in some men. And unfortunately, Kaliyah found herself in the later situation.

In his head, his heart, he knew it would be precious and beautiful and something neither of them would ever forget, no matter what happened afterwards. The reality was the swift, explosive and purely physical coupling of two people in desperate need. No sweet words, no forever promises, nothing gentle or giving, yet it was the most perfect act because in that moment it was exactly what they both wanted, both needed, engaging the senses in a totally spontaneous response to the emotional clamour of their bodies. It was the completion that his body had been demanding since that split￾second connection in a restaurant three years earlier and he knew that

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

End Of The POV:- The BEAST was unleashed now. Who will save BEAUTY from the claws of him? ..... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

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.”

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.”