Her Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell. I barely had time to breathe before someone’s shadow stretched over me. Three girls. The famous ones. The pretty ones. The ones who looked like they were carved out of I*******m filters and glitter. Jessica. Mara. Ally. Queen Bees of the “you don’t belong here” club. Jessica crossed her arms, looking me up and down like I was a stain on the ice. “Why was Henry hugging you?” My mouth dried. Here we go. “He wasn’t hugging me,” I lied, gripping the clipboard tighter. “He was just—”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

“Maybe he just didn’t understand that I was with you?” This thought struck me as sound. After all, when Stas came, I was with my head under the covers. Feeling me is another challenge, because because of the Beast I feel like a very, very weak she-wolf, and there are a lot of such in the pack. As for the smell, even I myself can’t catch anything except Arthur by smell! The room is too saturated with it, and the leader himself covers everything around with himself. Bestia lay down on her back in her clearing, showing how she gets high from everything that happens. Well, yes, because for her there is nothing better than to surround herself with the smell of her male.

Beast stated in a calm voice and Ana's head snapped towards Beast, only to find him already staring at her. “ Wh-What...Why...” Ana stammered not knowing what to say. She thought that he had already killed him. Unconsciously, her eyes went down to his legs and another gasp left her mouth. He had no legs. Shivers ran down her spine, as her blood ran cold. How could he be so brutal?...Tears started streaming down Ana's eyes. Beast sighed, satisfied with her reaction. He knew she was thinking about how he could be so brutal, but she had no clue of how much brutal he could really be. And today, he was going to let her know about who he really was.

To know the origin of the beasts, I have to touch it. All beasts are creepy looking and they are all hybrid consists of two genes except the one who had the diamond. Why did the diamond choose this beast? Well, there’s only one reason the beast is a powerful hybrid. I can sense its strong aura. The beasts roared and growled loudly and started attacking us. Azrael growled and attacked the weak ones I told him earlier. I know the beast’s capability just by looking at them. I ran towards the beast, not tearing my gaze away from its burning eyes. The beast didn’t move like it was waiting for me to get nearer. I killed every beast that blocked my way.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

Her beast has had enough and is submitting. "Shift back," I tell her through the mind link. She slowly shifts back, without having to fight her beast for control. While my attention was focused on Lisa, BJ attacked out of nowhere, sending me crashing into a tree. I quickly get up letting out a growl. I look over to see his beast licking Lisa's wounds, trying to help her heal. His beast looks over at me and let out a loud roar, letting its dominance pours off of them. His beast is strong.

“Then what is it?” Xander fiddled with his hair, looking tormented. "Come on, Sir! I am Xander! Xander William!" Xander said tiredly, this time his gaze was fixed on Crystal. “It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her."

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.