Every Beauty Needs A Beast Novels & Stories

It was all the work of the Rat Clan who were indiscriminately hunting women. A tailor like Kara and his family seems trivial, but their presence is very much needed on the pleasure side. Even though this world is harsh and seems to kill or be killed. The Beastmen in this world pay close attention to appearance. Whether it's men or women, it doesn't matter if they are Predators or Herbivores. They all like something beautiful and pretty, they also pay attention to the precision and details of an item. Not only for their pairs. Men also really like to beautify themselves. Instinctively, it is done to be able to attract the attention of women.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Just as she had thought, he was only a gentleman before his parents but when they were alone, he revealed his most fearsome monster that will not care about you, woman or man. To her, he looked like a beast, the beast from ‘the beauty and the beast tale’. That beast never had the time to interact with people. He even locked Belle in a cell, behind iron bars. Who does that if not for someone that cares less about people, man or woman or child? Ramon was just like him, just that he wasn’t a beast physically, but he had the soul of a beast.

Mediterranean Seas—Italy | 7:02 PM "Anne, am I not pretty enough now? Not sexy enough?" It was seven in the evening when Crystal was still twirling her body in front of the mirror. Admiring, at the same time doubting every corner of her beautiful body wrapped in a sleeveless dark blue dress with abstract motifs after trying dozens of other dresses. Elegant and sexy. The loose hair that Anne was combing was also quite sweet. But, still, for the first time in her life, she felt insecure. “You are always beautiful, Miss. Only a blind person will not be attracted to you," said the half-century-old nanny who always served her.

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. A wave of nausea washed over me. I had to do something, anything. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for a weapon. My gaze fell on a fallen wine bottle, the ruby liquid shimmering on the polished floor. Without a second thought, I snatched it up, the cool glass biting into my palm. With a wild throw of my arm, I launched the bottle at Luca's head. It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack.

The fees that they paid the club helped fund them. After dinner, they cleaned the table and loaded the dishwasher together, then sat on the deck and enjoyed a richly flavored fair trade coffee from Ethiopia. After finishing it, Drake showed her where to change. When Samantha came outside, Drake felt the breath leave his lungs. The woman standing uncertainly in front of him was beautiful beyond any he had seen before. Her brown hair fell to down her back in waves and over her breasts. Her shoulders were smooth and blemish free as were her arms. Her breasts, while not large, were full enough for him to feel in his hands. Her stomach was flat with a gentle swell that women seemed to try to do

I chewed my lip, shifting uncomfortably in his lap “They didn’t really do anything to you and… Well, I know that now is a crucial moment in Alpha Kaia’s choice of who will be her heir. I don’t want the fact that you’re helping me… Well, get revenge on them… to hurt you in any way…” He suddenly shifted our positions until I was facing him, his dark eyes almost completely focused on me. With the hand that wasn't around my waist, he held my chin, preventing me from paying attention to anything else but him. “Do you really think I’ve changed that much since we met?” A small smile appeared on his face, not happy or friendly, just dangerous. “My silly little wife…” he murmured, his thumb brushing

Alaric said, knowing very well that he would have no idea of this name, and he was right about the way Beast became a statue after knowing the meaning of the name; it was clear that he wouldn’t have thought that the name his mate had given him could be this beautiful. ‘She thinks that I’m a ‘gift of god’ even when I told her that I’m a product of rape?’ Beast thought, trying to understand what kind of woman his mate was. The more he tried to hate her for what she was, the more her kindness and words shocked him.

"After every rejection, Beauty dreamed of a handsome man with platinum blonde hair and royal blue eyes with tears running down his cheeks, begging for an answer why Beauty would reject the Beast's love. Beauty had no idea who the blonde stranger was but kept seeing him in her dreams." The next page revealed Beauty talking with the Beast. Cathedra figured that their topic must have been very unpleasant because the Beast had its back turned on her, with its eyes glued to the ground. Its monstrous ears and tail drooped, which strongly reminded Cathedra of Sushi, the orphanage dog, every time Cathedra left and set off for school. There was a melancholy in its eyes that Cathedra couldn't quite un

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going