Fairy Tale Story Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

She looked up and met my eyes, paralyzing me for a moment, “The beast would tear you apart.” She stepped back and I let her. “Keep your doors locked, Aria.” She walked backwards towards the door, without turning. “The Beast comes at night and devours fresh, young flesh…” Her hand settled on the door knob, “…before he tears them apart.” I had no doubt that I was pale. She was telling me something. It was like she was reciting a script. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you tell anyone about me, your loved ones will pay.”

She had lost count of how many times she had asked her mother to read it to her because she never got tired of revisiting the story of Beauty and the Beast. "I want to grow up now so I can meet my own Beast!" she exclaimed excitedly to her mother. "No, baby. Don't grow up too fast. I want you to stay my little one for as long as possible!" her mother replied while tucking her in. "But I can still be your baby even if I meet my own Beast," she said innocently. "Hmm. Well, that might be true, but I don’t want to share you just yet. So don’t rush growing up, okay?"

Zero Beauty and I, the Beast Once upon a time I met a girl, I loved her with everything in me. My love was something that happened so sudden, like a real fairy tale. She was my beauty and I, her beast. When she stared in my eyes I was lost in her black soulless depths, forgetting the soul I didn't see. When Beauty looked into my HEART I saw the future in her cold hard stare. Her body was my glory, I ignored the weapon it showed me.

He stood, sliding the ring onto her finger, and the bond between them pulsed like living fire — pure, eternal. The wind stirred around them, carrying the faintest whisper of her mother’s voice, soft and proud. You were never cursed, my brave girl. Sofia smiled up at the sky, her hand in Damien’s. “No,” she whispered. “I was chosen.” As the sun set behind the mountains, painting the world in gold and rose, Sofia leaned against Damien’s chest, watching the light dance over the lake. No more cages. No more fear. Only love — the oldest, strongest magic of all.

"College at Western, then I came back to start my ranch. That's about it." Abby raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "I don't want to talk about me, though. I'm boring." He sipped his water. "Tell me about you." Abby wondered where to start. She thought again about Beauty and the Beast, when the Beast had ordered Belle to eat with him and she'd refused. In the fairy tale, she hadn't refused, but instead had gone to dinner with him. At dinner each night, he'd asked her to marry him. And every time, she refused—until one night when she didn't.

Anne and Sarah said at the same time. They forgot that Sultan Carl did say to them and their mother that they were not going to call Ella (Rosabella) 'Cinderella.' But they did not know that the head of the Palace overheard them, and he is the Beast. But what everyone did not know was that Sultan Carl is the Beast until 7 p.m. as he turned into a human and has turned back into a Beast at 7 a.m. The two servants were assigned to Luke and Paige. Paige or Luke did not complain about them, but Paige ordered them as she was unkind and spiteful.

It was more than a fairytale where she learned that everyone can always find love in the least expected places. This was a story of Beauty and the beast.. THE END….

The boy took a blue bag lying near the window and pulled out a book, which helped Ed understand where the conversation was headed. “Beauty and the Beast.” The boy showed him the page where the Beast saved Belle. “He’s kind. He helped Belle.” “Do you like this story?” Ed raised an eyebrow at the unusual taste. This story is typically a favorite among girls. “Yes, I like it because Mom likes it too.” As he said this, Ed could see how the green eyes sparkled with life. The boy idolized the mother he mentioned earlier. “Does your mom still like stories like this?” Ed asked again, reaching for the book. It was unusual for an adult woman to like fairy tales.

Writer's pov "The Beast dies as the last petal falls, and the servants become inanimate. Beauty tearfully professes her love to the Beast, The witch undoes the curse, repairing the crumbling castle, and restoring Beast's and servant's into human forms also the villager's memories. The Prince and beauty host a ball for the kingdom, where they dance happily. " Siddarth closed the night time story book and looked at his kids who slept on him but one was still awake who looked at Siddarth with her round beautiful eyes same as Nivi.

“Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.” I swallow hard. Roxy. “She grew fast, healthy and strong, but one night when she was nine months old, a coven of displaced witches from all over the territories of Vaeloria and Hexeton, broke into the Alpha and Luna’s bedroom. They weren’t old, twisted, or ugly witches. They were young, beautiful, sharp eyed, and cold. They told the Alpha he had stolen from them. That he had taken what didn’t belong to him.” “The Rapunzel flowers,” I murmur.