روايات وقصص ضمن Flower And The Beast

She had to end all of this madness. She watched Xavier got into his car. She remained immobile for a long time until Xavier's car drove off and was out of sight. The mansion door was opened again. "Crys, are you here? Where's Xavier?" asked Aurora. Crystal turned to Aurora, who was dressed in a short black floral dress, long black hair that fell down and beautiful green eyes. Her sister-in-law didn't look like a mother who already had three children. So charming. Crystal used to be very proud to inherit her Daddy's beautiful blue eyes, but now seeing Aurora, she suddenly wished she had inheritted her mother's eye color.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

Caspian was fearless, carrying his sword and rushing over. "Hehe... You can't get close to me in my domain," the evil female cultivator and the Human-Boned Demonic Flower, which were formed from the combination of the skeleton flowers, kept running her domain, making Caspian get farther and farther away. "Slash!" Caspian swung his sword. The sword radiance was sharp and approached the Demonic Beast Flower at an indescribable speed. "Hehe..."

He grabs my hair with one hand, the gun dropping to the floor as he reaches for my waits, pinning me to him. In the middle of his slaves, and the guards whose this saga summoned from their posts, we kiss intensely. His kiss is brutal. I know my poor lips will be left so sore after this, but I don't care as long as I don't witness another murder. As long as another soul doesn't die because of me. All I can hope now is that that bitch will use her brain and get lost from here before the beast wears its crown of terror again. We pull away after a long while, and be keeps my head steady for a while, scanning my face.

Fiona I found myself back in my childhood, a little girl walking hand in hand with my beloved mother through vibrant gardens that stretched beyond my sight. The rose flowers bloomed, and their sweet fragrance filled our noses. “My dear Fiona,” my mother spoke with a gentle smile, “all of this beauty belongs to us, and one day, it will all be yours.” I gazed at her with wonder, my heart filled with warmth and love. “Really, Mother? All of it?” I asked, my young voice full of innocent curiosity.

I was quite certain of it. I gripped at him, trying my hardest to press my neck against his lips, my cravings getting the better of my sense. Somehow, he resisted. “I can’t. Fuck. I can’t Delia. For both our sakes.” “I don’t understand.” I mumbled, geniunely confused. It felt like there was a fog over my brain and I had lost track of what we were talking about. I could think of nothing aside joining to him. I didn’t even know what that meant, but the beast within me demanded it and so did I.

The conservatory filled with the scent of impossible flowers, with the sound of supernatural music, with the warmth of a love that had already transformed the very nature of what was possible between mortal and immortal beings. As the evening deepened and the first stars shimmered through the glass ceiling, Iris and Damien moved through the moonlit garden, hands brushing over petals that pulsed with ancient life. The garden felt more alive than ever, not just blooming, but watching, listening. The midnight orchids swayed to a music only the bonded could hear, their soft voices singing praise for the love that had made their existence possible. They tended the eternal roses together, side by

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Heat bloomed beneath my skin under their intense gaze. “Fenric,” I breathed, writhing as I fought his hold. But he wouldn’t budge. So I stilled, tears slipping down my face. Fenric pressed his lips against my ear. “Shh,” he murmured. “It’s all right. I just want them to see how perfect you are.” For what felt like an eternity, they stared in silence. Their eyes blazed with hunger, noses flared, throats bobbing with swallowed desire.