Handsome And The Beast Novels & Stories

jpg NAMES IN THE STORY: You can probably tell most of the names were adapted from the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast. Belle became Isobel, Gaston equals Gloria, Lumiere turned into Lewis. Mrs. Potts became Mrs. Pan, Cogsworth to Constance, and I originally had Chip becoming Charlie, but I liked how Kip rhymed with Chip. Except Kip was so close to Kit, and Kit Harrington is my absolute favorite actor on the show Game of Thrones, so that is how Kit got his name.

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

"Bella I remember you called me a particular name the day you got drunk back in Nigeria. Beast yes?" Wow. He had a sharp memory. I nodded. "Yes beast. I am beauty and you are beast" He shrugged his shoulders. "That's an insane description of the two of us. Is it a movie?" My jaws dropped and I stared at him "Don't you know Beauty and the Beast? It's a Disney fairytale. Didn't you get to watch it?" He shook his head. "I didn't watch all those. I wasn't opportuned to. Tell me about it"

Bella and the Beast (BOOK 6)- A Beauty and The Beast Erotic Retelling Bella, a young, curvy maiden is stricken with sadness when her father who set off on a journey to the dark forest to acquire a rose is missing. With the help of Gaston who is only interested in opening her corset, she wanders far and deep into the forest and stumbles into a big castle which is owned by an ugly beast. The beast captures them and makes a deal, freeing her father and Gaston but enslaving her instead and decides to make her body his . . . by all means.

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

A dragon’s roar pierces the silence in the room, and my body jolts, rebelling against the sharp, echoing sound. The man lifts his head, looking down at me. His eyes are dark–nearly black–but flaked with blues and golden, like stars. He’s devastatingly handsome, his features sharp and regal. He’s… beautiful, like he was carved by an old god. Moonlight drifts across his cheekbones, illuminating the powerful, glimmery scales barely visible beneath his skin. I weakly grip his arm, dragging in a ragged breath, filling my lungs with air–real air.

And Ashleigh was hard pressed to see any scars, just something that looked like faint creases, which were easy to overlook. His perfectly chiseled face was covered in a thick, rich auburn moustache and beard and with the frame of his dark red hair he looked like a rugged lumber jack. Ashleigh's heart began to thump rapidly in her chest. To her, he was the most perfectly beautiful man that she'd ever seen. Even with his unruly hair and unkempt beard, Christopher looked like a movie star. Dr. Weitz could be heard from the video feed. "Perfect."

Then it came back to him. The wedding. Alexander. The mansion. The shared room. He turned his head slightly toward the other side of the bed. Alexander King Costello was still asleep beside him. For someone known as the most feared mafia king in the city, he looked strangely peaceful when he slept. His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, a few rebellious strands escaping their usual slicked-back style. His breathing was slow and steady, chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. The hard lines of his face softened in sleep, making him look almost… human.

I can use this to my advantage. “Say, according to the little miss’ story, you are supposed to be one of us, right? One of us, as in a hunter.” Ajax brandishes his blade and looks at me with one eyebrow raised. His long black hair, which he has tied into a ponytail, sways slowly behind him. A few bangs linger over his ruby red eyes while he waits for me to answer his question. “I am not exactly a hunter myself yet, but I am pretty sure that you are not one. Tell us, Belle, were you lying?” There’s a hint of a warning in his voice, like he is implying that he is going to kill me if I am.

3 ~ Filled and Flooded. “Round two,” Handsome murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He rolled us so I was on my back, my legs splayed wide on the sticky leather. The curtain swayed, letting in flashes of strobe lights that danced over his sweat-slicked skin. He looked like a god—sharp jaw clenched, his eyes dark with lust, that heavenly face twisted in raw need. I spread my cheeks for him, my hole winking open, still slick from before. “Pound me, Handsome. Make me yours.” My voice cracked, desperate.