Gaston Death Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

He hurriedly says, “I found poison in her purse. It was in a makeup product. She probably laced your wine with it.” My stomach lurches. I shake my head before the words even form. But Zeke’s already moving. Suddenly he’s in front of me. Towering. Dangerous. Beautiful in the way hurricanes are beautiful—just before they tear you apart. His hand grips my chin, tilting my face up. I don’t fight it. I can’t. My lips part in an exhale as I let my guilt show. My remorse. I wasn’t going to poison him. No way.

"You attacked my mate. I accept your challenge." I gasped as Killian shifted into his full beast and bounded down the steps toward his frozen little sister. She held still as he reached the bottom, staring at him with horror and betrayal before removing all emotion from her face and nodding in resignation. "You want to fight me to the death for your mate's honor? So be it."

Gaston's tone holds absolute zero emotion. Evelyn's lips twist with aggressive dissatisfaction. "What is the matter with your internal beast, Gaston? Your mate has returned to the pack! Is your soul not happy to harvest this news?" "Of course my beast is happy," Gaston pauses for a few seconds before his voice responds with flat calm. Evelyn can harvest zero semblance of real joy in his delivery. His spirit is totally indifferent. His cold words cause her alpha blood to boil with rage. Richard tugs on Evelyn's wrist, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Something is entirely wrong with this layout. Gaston does not operate like this during normal seasons. Could a dark doom have struck his br

He was wearing a hood, and when she turned, she could see how sunken his eyes were. "We...we have class." Andrew swallowed, then held her hand as she tried to leave. "Andrew, we have class." "Do you really believe that I killed him?" "Andrew!" Andrew turned to the new voice, and Zane walked up to them. He wrapped his hand around his, then pulled it off Jasmine's, his gaze cold. "Let the girl go." Andrew yanked his hand away from Zane, his eyes flashing as he looked up to Zane. "Don't you dare touch me."

Still do. He was far more than they describe in the rumors. People say he kills without mercy. That he doesn't fall in love. That he's a dangerous man who should never be offended. That he'll end you in the blink of an eye. That he controls the government like it's his personal maid. All of that. But that isn't what I saw that night. I saw a lot of things I still can't explain in those eyes of his. He has that kind of dazzling beauty that feels out of this world, almost unreal. No... no... no, stop thinking of that shit. I don't have a crush on him. That's ridiculous.

Even though Belle said it was kind people didn’t believe her. Everyone came together and visited the palace. All belongings were burned. They searched the entire palace for the Beast. They’re trying to kill Beast, but Beast can’t fight Gaston because he weakens before he lands on deck. The beast could once more hide among the gargoyles that were there. When Gaston saw Beast, he tried to injure him again, but Beast seized him because he would fall. Gaston begged the Beast to save his life, and he did it. Beast was overjoyed when he saw Belle return to the palace, but from behind him, Gaston stabbed him, pulled it out, and stabbed Beast again. Beast fell and almost fell on the balcony; he drew

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

Gustus is about to say something to me when the air ripples unexpectedly, and it happens faster than anything I've ever witnessed. Gaston appears behind Gustus and snaps the older man's neck even before he could notice the strange presence behind him. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I turn to Dargo, my hold on his arm so powerful. “You were saying?” “Shit.” He mutters under his breath. Gaston crosses the room, kicking the warlock’s body aside as he steps closer. “All done?” I ask him. “Yeah. For the girls, there's still one of them out here. I’ll have to look.”

I leaned back on the couch, clutching a cushion like it was the only thing holding me together. The ache in my chest wouldn’t leave. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rowan’s face. His smirk. His touch. The way he’d called me Bella. The way he’d kissed me just hours before everything fell apart. And then—Rose’s laughter. Her lips on his. Her voice calling him baby. The betrayal twisted in my gut like a knife. Natalie stood up quietly, walking toward the kitchen. “You want tea?” “Sure,” I said weakly, though my throat was raw.

But in most versions, the Beast caught someone stealing a rose, so I knew that had to stay. I believe the 1946 movie adaptation came up with Avenant, a villain who wanted to kill the Beast, instead of Beauty’s sisters being the evil culprits. Disney turned Avenant into Gaston, and that’s where I came up with Gloria. It seemed crazy for my Gloria to attempt to physically kill my Beast (Isobel), but I thought she could definitely kill Isobel’s spirit, so that’s what she did. I liked how the 1978 book Beauty by Robin McKinley and the Disney version made Beauty bookish, so I kept that. Plus, I wanted to keep the main theme that a person needed to express their heart and mind to become worth lovi