Gaston And Lefou Beauty And The Beast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

Beauty & the Beast ‘What do you want to call her?’ Gaston asked his beautiful wife Agathe as she cradled their newborn daughter in her arms. Her long hair was curled over one shoulder and shone in the candlelight, it was hard to believe she had given birth just an hour ago. She looked radiant and glowed with happiness, ‘I would like to call her Belle, Gaston; ‘Of course, a pretty name for a pretty girl’ The baby gurgled and waved her arms gazing at her Mother with her big blue eyes,

I added, casting a side glance at the intruder in the room; Zegulf Landerman. Gaston nods and clears his throat. Then he directs his attention to Zegulf. "Alpha Zegulf," he calls. "I'll need you to excuse my brothers and me." Zegulf tsks, "You're not trying to get rid of me, are you?" Gaston shakes his head. "I will never do that." Suddenly, Gaston pauses and arches his brow. "Did you get the witch?" He asks. Zegulf clenches his teeth tight and shakes his head. "Do you still have yours?"

The beast looked at them with a longing, and then back at his mate, pain evident in his eyes as he let out a whine startling Giselle. "He wants you to touch him," Alexa said between the giggles. Antonio huffed but looked at Giselle waiting for her to come near. She looked at him doubtfully before reaching out with a hesitant hand, jumping back when her hand touched his fur. "That's okay. Just cuddle him and ruffle his fur," Alexa instructed and Giselle blushed before reaching out shyly to her mate. She yelped in surprise when his beast picked her up before carrying her into the forest followed by Alexa's loud laughter.

I wiped the beads of sweat off my face with the back of my palm before stepping into the dungeons and a strong scent of lavender filled my nose, welcoming me in. “Did you prepare this place for her?” I asked Gaston with furrowed brows, and he shook his head with even more furrowed brows. “We didn't prepare a room for her, either.” “Then what's this scent I perceive?” I asked, ignoring his statement. I didn't care about her comfort, I did, though, I cared about her comfort before she decided to toy with my authority. “A scent?” He asked and sniffled around us, sending down much air into his lungs, “the scent of blood?”

Every inch of the place is covered in wealth, and I can see nervous looking aristocrats glancing our way out of the corner of their eyes. “First things first, my beauty.” Blaise says, leading me forward by the hand. “We have to make sure you don’t get carried away with that magic of yours. But as soon as that’s done, we’ll get you cleaned up and feed you.” “You don’t need to contain my magic.” I protest. “You have Bastien, I’m not going to do anything to risk him.” “Of course you will.” He chuckles, “It’s in your nature.

I had no interest in seeing a grown man have open sex in a bid to clear away his boredom. I watched as Gaston made his way into the station. I got down as soon as he disappeared through the door. I paced to and fro as I waited for Gaston to show up. I had just picked up a wet pebble to play with when I sighted him walking out with the chief himself. He pointed at me and said something to the officer which made the man nod firmly. "Good evening to you, Belle. I am Lefou, the town’s chief," the tough-looking officer greeted.

My skin felt like it was crawling with a thousand tiny ants. "Let me help you out of these clothes," Gaston whispered. The sight of my flushed cheeks, parted lips, and dazed eyes seemed to excite him so much that his voice had gone hoarse. He unbuttoned my blouse, and his eyes burned red as they fixed on the swell of my chest. "No… Wait… I have to go to Stevie…" I gasped and stopped Gaston in time. I had to know what Faye and Stevie were really up to!

Renee hissed through ragged breaths. Belle pressed her lips together tightly, her teeth grinding. “You fooled everyone with your fake innocent act, Belle! Even Bastian fell into your trap!” “And what about you?” Belle shot back. “If Anthony hadn’t confessed that the baby was his, you would’ve kept lying to Bastian, too, wouldn’t you?” “How dare you!” Footsteps echoed through the hallway, making Renee immediately let go of Belle’s wrist. Mr. Watson appeared in the doorway, looking unusually cheerful.

He howled in the depths of the forest, a mournful cry that echoed through the trees, a cry born of a desire unattainable, a cry of anguish that resonated with the very essence of his being. The echoes of his howl lingered in the air, mingling with the sounds of the forest. In that moment of vulnerability, Ace grappled with the fragments of his identity, torn between the ruthless king of the beasts and the desire for a life beyond the shadows. It was a battle within, a tempest of conflicting emotions that had remained dormant for centuries.