Is There A Fortune Teller In Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

she asked as she looked at me straightly on my eyes with a huge and excited smile plastered on her face. “Yes, how did you know?” I asked curiously, is she a mind-reader? A fortune teller? A mermaid oracle? “Mhm, just a wild guess” she chuckled for a bit. “And of course, I will help you. I’ll make sure you will be the prettiest you will be today! What a lucky man…now, Azrael is one step closer to becoming mine” Claire continued, she mumbled more words at the end but I didn’t hear them much, adding and saying words that there will be less rivalry.

"I know the first time I saw you, we will meet again." Ava glanced around and surprised to see the house of the fortune teller was not like what she used to think. It was like another country house with a set of simple and shabby furniture, a worn-out carpet and some vintage wall decorations. A cupboard full of pots and jars stood on the corner. Seemed like they were the famous healing potions and medicine. "There's no crystal ball if you're looking for it." The woman startled her out of her observation. Ava turned to the Gypsy woman and smiled back. "I guess you know why I am here now."

" While Bella manages not to react, Jazz starts to laugh at the worst line that I've probably uttered in my whole life, but her disapproving stare makes him shut up surprisingly fast. "Well, then I am sure you will be happy to have found her." I make a show of exchanging glances with Jazz, then beam my most charming smile at Bella. "You're Ms. Swan? I should have guessed. With your beauty, you outshine all of the ugly ducklings populating these halls." She doesn't even smile, which must be hard considering the bullshit I'm making up, but her utter lack

“Everyone says that we are cursed creatures. Creatures who live in the dark deserve to die because we bring harm to everyone around us. But we eventually strived and made a name for ourselves. Now others come to us to ask for our protection.” “Why do they call you cursed?” “Because we are,” he told me with a gentle smile, “we share the same looks, as if we’re the same kind, but when something happens, or when need be, or when the moon is full, we transform into monsters.” “I’ve never seen anyone transform,” I told him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe he never let you.” I stared at him, startled. How did he know that I was talking about Zeke?

Oh, why does my head keep spinning like this? Why is there glue in my eyes? How do I open my eyes? "I told you, this is a terrible idea; it's like throwing fresh meat into a tiger's cage. Luckily the tiger is full; otherwise, we'd never see that stupid piece of meat again!" I heard it, even though it was faint; it was Bastian's voice. "You're wrong; I could see Nicholas' interested gaze. Did you see him smile before he left? That man is very cold; he never smiles, and he smiles at Jasmine. I don't think our plan completely failed," Jaden replied.

And in that instant, I knew something was wrong. I’ve always been good at reading people—it’s what makes me dangerous in business, what makes me win. But with her, I don’t have to try. Her tells are written across her face if you know how to look. And I do. When she reached me, I tilted my head, keeping my tone casual. “You alright, bella? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Her lips pressed together. “I’m fine.” I stepped slightly closer, angling my body so I blocked her from view of others. My voice dropped low, even. “Don’t lie to me.”

"I'm not exactly a high-class person anyway." The doctor smiled and asked her, "Feeling sorry for him, then? I thought you already had a show-quality beastkin?" "I plan to sell that one. Could you help me find a buyer?" she replied. I touched my lips in surprise, unable to suppress the smile. "Sure." The doctor nodded. "If it won't settle in, it's better to sell it." So she had other beastkin at home? I wasn't surprised. What surprised me was how ungrateful the beastkin was.

It was Becky, the former friend turned betrayer, standing before us with a mixture of regret and defiance in her eyes. "I never wanted it to come to this," Becky said, her voice trembling. "But I couldn't escape the hold Mr. Smith had over me. I'm here to make amends and help you expose the truth." Her words hung in the air, a glimmer of redemption amidst the chaos. We had learned not to trust easily, but in that moment, we saw the genuine remorse in Becky's eyes. It was a chance for forgiveness and a united front against the true enemy.

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.

“Enough of sad stories. Time to nap. Come on. I promise to be here until you wake up.” “Can you find my phone?” “Who are you going to call that it can’t wait?” I stood up and checked the drawers, but I couldn’t find her bag or her phone. “Sleep. I’ll check it in the watcher’s space unless you want a selfie?” “A mirror will do.” My brows furrowed. “You’re beautiful without brushing your hair or makeup on your face.” “It was a joke.” She rolled her eyes. “Sleep so that I can go take a shower. Don’t be naughty now, princess.”