Gaston Death Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

“Belle, listen to me. You’re not being rational—” “If you…IF YOU LET ME LEAVE, HE WOULDN’T HAVE DIED!” “They’ll find us, Belle. You have to calm down and rein in your wolf!” Ajax’s unwavering and calm voice infuriates me more than it calms me. “Please, Belle.”

As my head of guard, she shouldn’t worry herself about any needs other than my need to kill that behemoth. Harriet walked forward when I didn’t respond and ran her fingers down my arm, “Please, sire. Allow me to help you.” She grasped my hand and led me slowly toward the bed, looking back at me with lust in her pale brown eyes. The beast inside of me was on edge still, he needed to let his anger out, and although I refused to release my frustrations on any members of my pack, today he dismissed my usual excuses. The haze of my beast took over and I followed his wishes willingly. I pushed Harriet down on the bed and crawled over her, holding my body just above hers. She writhed underneath me

"I'm afraid to see my daughter killed by its vicious claws over some little boy she just met. Especially when she's suppose to stay away from them." "Dad. What's going on? I still remember how angry you got with that unknown call you had in your office." "You overheard me?" "Some. But your behavior is more terrifying than it was before. Why?” "Because what we were preparing for is now confirmed. The beast is back and we have to kill it before it takes more lives.”

I was happy because I always had a crush on him and I couldn’t ask for anything more except being his mate. Sadly, happiness came for a short time. His mind links to me; let’s meet at our favourite waterfall area after the party. With that, he strolled off away to where the party was being held. I see him standing there looking very serious. “Hey, Blake.” He has a cold look on his face, it terrified me because I hadn’t seen this side of him before. He looks at me with his cold eyes. “I am sorry, Belle, you can’t be my mate. I love your sister so much and I can’t do that to her. She lost her mate when a rogue killed her, and I can’t be breaking her heart.”

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?”

Dante’s death from the curse and seeing the same approach of death, which was by faking suicide, she wondered if it was also the curse’s doing again. Leon only shook his head slowly, “If he died due to the curse, the curse that’s with you right now should have disappeared. But it didn’t.” “So… he chose death,” Belle gripped her hand tightly. Seeing her expression, Leon placed his hand on her back. Gently he caressed her back with his fingers, pulling her head to his chest. Belle was surprised by his gentle action but she placed her head to his chest, accepting his warmth that ease her like the perfect medicine.

She retrieved a few bottles of wine and two glasses from Grayson's wine cabinet before bringing Ginger up to the terrace on the third floor. Belle had always liked to sit and relax on the terrace by her lonesome. The balcony was not massive by any means, but it was beautifully decorated. It was also directly facing amazing scenery. The duo sat down and had a drink before Belle initiated the conversation. "What's wrong?" Ginger started tearing up right away. Belle slowly poured herself another glass of wine and remained silent for a while. "Belle, I think Gabe is a murderer." Her words seemed like a trigger as her tears finally flowed down her cheeks without hesitation.

Meanwhile, my only child turned out to be a rare sacred beast hatchling. All beast clans rejoiced and proclaimed me the beast king. On the day of the coronation, Rosalie, reluctant to accept it, strangled my sacred beast hatchling. She also ambushed me while I was still weak, tearing out my beast core and ripping the scales off my body. In the end, she tossed my body—along with my lifeless hatchling's—into the beast furnace, destroying us completely. Upon that thought, I glared at Rosalie, suppressing the hatred within me.

she answered. “For what? For me to take all the blame? Wow, you’re such a great actress, Aisha! “He sarcastically said. “What do you want me to say, Duke? It’s done, it happened already, and we can’t do anything about it.” she said calmly, “Just accept the fact that we are the fated one, we exchange blood and vows, and you knew better than anyone that no one could ever cut that bond,”

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***