Novel & Cerita Her Beast

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

Slowly I opened my eyes just to discover that the beast have already abandoned me and now moving after Levi who was struggling at the ground. I couldn't understand what is going on again, I can't tell why the beast is now moving after him. Besides the way he is going after Levi showcases that they must have had something in common before. With the beasts dark eyes he was directly moving after Levi. While Levi was just slowly moving backwards as his claws fully come out of his fingers. Although he was breathing heavily why the beast keep stepping closer to him. "Wow... Brave" The beast said with his huge deep voice that echoes all around the bush.

I'd gone to bed exhausted, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned about Kael's past and the people who'd died, but sleep brought no peace. Instead, I was thrust into memories that weren't my own—fragments of that terrible night bleeding through our bond. *Silver eyes blazing with uncontrolled rage. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams echoing off stone walls. The metallic taste of blood in the air. Children running, crying, falling...* *No, not children. Please, not the children.* *But the beast couldn't hear the reason. Could only kill, destroy, eliminate every threat it perceived and everything was a threat now. Everything had to die.*

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

Every beat of his heart was a drum in my own chest. “I spent my whole life fearing the beast,” he whispered, his hand sliding beneath the silk of my robe to find the warm skin of my thigh. “I thought a mate would be a weakness. A way for my enemies to hurt me. But you… you’re the blade, Arielle. You’re the one who keeps the beast focused.” “Is the beast satisfied?” I asked, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down toward me. “Never,” he growled.

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast

feeling really frustrated I obliged. but turns out it was what I needed. the run was amazing. I was feeling lighter. I couldn't see Aaron's beast anywhere but I kept on running. I knew what he was trying to do but for once my beast was not having it. she was done with this cat and mouse game. she wanted to continue running but then her mate howled at her and my beast couldn't resist and stubbornly followed her mate, her Aaron. "What are you doing? don't follow him!" my human side begged the beast but the beast was in control, now, her white fur was sparkling like it was raining sparkles on the land. the beast continued to follow the howl and finally managed to find her mate.

The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow. His head is now bent down, and he motions to me as if he's trying to tell me to get on top. When I don't move the beast stands back up and growls like he's telling me to get on or else. I do as the beast says and slowly approach him to climb on top. Being unable to steady myself on top of him, I grab hold of his fur and hold on tight. At first, riding the beast was like riding a horse until it started to run

The length of her forearms were marked by slices of skin ripped by the nails of slaves, possibly mothers, who fought and failed to save their children during auction separations. Patches of fur still remained half-meshed in her skin from an incomplete shift. Her tailbone which had splintered through the skin of her lower back now lay discarded in the corner alongside the mortician’s saw. The sight was nothing new to him. While she lay dying in the throes of absolute agony, her wolf had tried and failed to take form. Perhaps it was instinctual– to comfort one’s other half in their final breath. Perhaps she had cried out to the animal in a terrible bout of insanity, or maybe… just maybe, the w