Gaston X Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

It was so huge and hairy, different from any other specie I had seen on my days. “I-I’m sorry. They were just so beautiful and I couldn’t resist their c-charm.” I stammered out of fear. I was surprised at what I saw next. The beast changed to the one I had wanted to avoid, the one who left me to the loneliness of my room, during my heat. Bane. “How’s it that you’re here, mate? I made sure you were locked away in your room.” He said. I didn’t reply him because I didn’t know what to say. A loud growl suddenly erupted from his chest.

"I knew it was you, Ax. I could smell the stink from afar!" Angel said in disgust after he had walked into the alley and saw a young man with silver eyes. "Haha, I see you still hate me. Still, that's no way to talk to your older cousin. You know we had some good childhood memories." Ax said in a humorous and yet dangerous manner. "I think that you might be confusing me with another wolf because if my memories serve me right, you were my worst bully." Angel said with hate in his eyes.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

“You should not have made an enemy of Master Alex and coveted his wife! Today will be the last day of your life!” “What?” Gaston responded in shock, “He’s no master. He’s just a piece of garbage!” Lord Lex sneered. "He is the son of an old friend of mine. You treat him as you treat me. Do you think I’m a piece of garbage too?” Gaston’s eyes opened wide and his mouth was gaping like a dead goldfish. He finally realized his mistake. He was really going to pay with his life for his stupidity! Gaston quickly kneeled and said, "I’m sorry Master Alex! I’m just putting up an act for money. Master Alex, I’m not really lusting for your wife to accompany me."

My stomach dropped as I stared at Dr. O'neil's smiling face. Behind him the rich darkness called to me and the beast's growls racked invisible claws down my back. This was no werewolf. Whatever it was, it wasn't of any world and there was Devon. The two scents confused me, I wanted to turn tail and run the hell out of that place.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going