Every Beast Needs A Beauty Novels & Stories

Maybe you will start loving your husband—. "That man can't be loved! He is not even human! He is a beast!" Hazel said infuriated and woman looked at her startled. "But who knows if the beast can become human for the beauty? I will say if you love your aunt you should accept her last wish..no matter how much it hurts you... you should do it for your love one and there is no guarantee that your marriage will fail. Maybe you will really be lucky to with that man....." Hazel listened to the woman attentively before the ringing of the lady's phone made them stop.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

’ A part of her mind coldly asked her. She blinked back her tears. She was stunned by her own thoughts. Shea swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized how much her thoughts were slowly becoming a venomous poison to her thoughts – as doubts and uncertainties started to creep into her entire system. ‘If it is his beast, then would it change a thing? Denver and his beast were one. He is part of his beast, and so was he to his monster. You can’t separate the two of them. They were part of the whole, and that’s the reality that you must accept.’

"And cleaner too." "How did Ms. Beast do with the double attack?" He pulls me closer and stares into my eyes, searching for my Warrior side. I slowly blink and allow King a peek. "She still insists I kill you, though this time she wanted Beck's blood too." He laughs because he argues with his beast side all the time and truly understands the duality of what I'm going through. Beast is our animal side and when stressed, our beasts think the solution to fighting is death to our opponent. My beast complicates things when the death she wants is my mate's. I don't actually think Ms. Beast would kill him, but she does love the chase regardless of whose side she's on.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Ajay implores. "Come on, Don! Look at her. Her beauty is outshining the lights of this hall, but that won't last for long if this is how you are going to behave with her. A beauty so rare, needs special care." The last bit is a whisper that makes even the monster tremble. My!

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

The air was cold, carrying the scent of pine and something sharp and acrid – fear. She moved with a predator’s grace, silent and efficient. Every muscle was coiled, ready to strike or vanish. Her senses were honed to a razor’s edge. The rustle of leaves wasn’t just wind; it was a potential ambush. The snapped twig wasn’t just nature; it was an intruder. This wasn’t the soft, familiar world of the pack house, or the vibrant, sunlit forest she knew. This was a battlefield, a hunting ground, a place where the weak were consumed.