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Her hair too was much fuller, the brown appeared darker, and it was more lustrous. “How did this happen? What were those things you kept pouring in?” she asked in awe, as she continued to stare at the mirror. “Secret recipes for beauty, passed on for generations. Can't you see how beautiful our women are?” Aida asked and giggled. Avril smiled and sat down on the chair, still looking at herself in the mirror. Gia opened the drawers in the vanity and began to bring out some things. “Do you have any for making women sexy? I noticed some of your women are extra curvy,” Avril said and remembered the woman who had held Dakar's hand. She frowned immediately.

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

I scoop up water greedily, swallowing in such large gulps that I feel like getting heartburn. “That’s enough of that.” Max put away the bowl of water before I could choke on it. He gives off a soft chuckle while cradling my massive wolf body on his lap. “You’re so soft, Belle. They say that you’re wolf is ugly and weird, but I think it is beautiful. I want you all for myself.” If I wasn’t too weak to move, I would have bolted away. The way that he was gazing at me was also making me feel uncomfortable. I can’t even whimper, much less reach out and scratch his face.

In the grand castle that had become her unexpected home, Belle wandered through the vast library the Beast had built just for her. The shelves towered like ancient trees, filled with leather-bound books that whispered secrets from every corner. It was his way of showing he cared, a gesture that made her heart flutter more than she dared admit. The Beast, with his imposing frame and piercing eyes, had transformed from a gruff monster into someone she found undeniably intriguing. His fur was soft under candlelight, and the way he watched her made her feel alive in ways she'd never expected.

Anne and Sarah said at the same time. They forgot that Sultan Carl did say to them and their mother that they were not going to call Ella (Rosabella) 'Cinderella.' But they did not know that the head of the Palace overheard them, and he is the Beast. But what everyone did not know was that Sultan Carl is the Beast until 7 p.m. as he turned into a human and has turned back into a Beast at 7 a.m. The two servants were assigned to Luke and Paige. Paige or Luke did not complain about them, but Paige ordered them as she was unkind and spiteful.

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

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.

Belle chuckled and teased, "How old are you? Why are you getting jealous over a kid? This is so petty of you." Grayson asked her, "Do you think Hunter's painting is nicer or mine?" "Yours, obviously! Hunter's painting is beautiful, but obviously, your brushstrokes are more experienced! Yours is the work of a professional." "Whose do you like more?" "Yours." Belle wrapped her arms around Grayson's neck and tiptoed to look into his eyes. "I like you."

Diana was entranced. This woman, this statuesque creature was frighteningly beautiful. And deathly still, with her eyes closed. She looked like she came out of a fairytale. A literal deity. She had dark green hair that framed her face in large, unruly waves. A headdress decorated with sharp silvery spikes and fluorescent moonstones, porcelain skin, and a heart-shaped face. There were weird symbols drawn on her forehead, her chin, and her small, pouty lips, all painted with the same color. Black. And she shone under the moonlight, like a precious gem. Her headdress, her luscious hair. Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble.

And now, the same man was also abusing the living daylight out of his daughter. A few more minutes later,the Don groaned loudly,before pouring inside her. He got up and dressed up, and all through the torture,he had a smile playing on his lips. He noticed the look of disdain in Mark's eyes,but his smile only grew wider. "How about a little bit of enjoyment boys?" Don said with a smirk, looking straight at Mark. "Who would say no to such a wonderful offer boss?" one of the guards said with a smile tugging at his lips,while looking at Imelda and Amaya lustfully.