La Belle Et La Bête Novels & Stories

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

"We heard the yelling when we got here." "It was that pig Arsene Dumond! He lives in the property down the hill and he is an evil man!" Béatrice snapped looking down the hill. She had a beautiful accent even though her words were sharp. Ben was entranced by how dark her skin was. She was almost ebony. She was maybe 5' 5" and if she topped 115 pounds he'd be amazed, she was so slim! She had a very expressive face, beautiful full lips and she wore her hair very short. He looked to Alexis as Gabriella did the introductions. Alexis had one of those faces that seemed to be meant for serene smiles. Long sandy blond hair currently tied back in a ponytail. Pale blue eyes and a light dusting of freck

he deadpans, lips twitching. I laugh, shaking my head as he takes my hand. “Close your eyes,” he murmurs. “Fine,” I sigh dramatically, obeying. I feel him guiding me carefully, one hand at my back, the other wrapped around my fingers. The soft crunch of grass beneath our feet fills the silence until he finally stops. “Okay,” he says, voice softer now. “Open them.” I blink my eyes open—and my breath catches. In front of me is a wooden swing, hand-carved and tied beneath a blooming tree. White flowers hang around it, their petals fluttering in the breeze. A little gold plate on the top bar reads Bella’s Place.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

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.

I dig deep and find the courage and say, "Good one, Faith. Though, I have to ask if you've ever even seen Beauty and The Beast?" Faith lifts her bushy brow and nods, her smirk slightly turning into a frown. "Hmm, interesting," I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. "See, Belle doesn't really wear makeup. In fact, I don't think she wears any at all. So, with that being said, I don't see how you truly look like Belle. You've caked on so much makeup, that if your beast here were to hit you in the face with a pillow, your face would imprint the sheet." I bring my hand over my mouth and am in shock at how my mouth got away from me. It's like my lips couldn't stop moving, rambling on and

"What's she doing?" "She's looking for Beast. She wants to give him a thank you kiss." Someone made kiss smacking noises and Beast reached out and swatted the back of their head. When the two women returned to the elevators everyone cleared out except Christopher. He sat down and flipped cameras until he located Ashleigh and her friend. She looked good, healthy, pretty. He was satisfied that she was all right. But he still didn't turn away from the camera.

Her back landed in those silky sheets, caressing her feverish skin. Feeling that mild breeze still coming from those wide-open french doors. She looked up at Nicholas, for the millionth time finding herself mesmerized by his otherworldly beauty. His flawless skin. Those captivating blood-red eyes of his. His luscious raven hair, with those few strands that always tickled his forehead. His sensual mouth. Those lush red roses covering the sides of his neck, his shoulders, his arms. She looked lower down his body, admiring his sculptured form. The outline of his muscles. All those bulging veins visible in various parts of his body. His arms. His lower abdomen. His...

Tomorrow was the feast and in the morning I had to go to Belle’s place and meet the elders but she didn’t even text me to let me know. Mireille’ POV I went to meet Belle at her home for some piece of advice. She also wanted to share something that had happened to her. I came to her home and greeted her brothers before heading to her room. She was taking a bath. “ My love.” She said with a warm hug. “It’s been a long time, Belle, how have you been?” I asked her. She looked very fine and confined. She was okay. “Belle, please help me out. Did you know Sabine came to my home?” I asked her. “What was she doing there? Who gave her your number?” She asked me. “No idea but she told me something ver

‘Quelle femme pourrait résister à deux hommes incroyablement beaux qui lui font l’amour?’ [What woman could resist two incredibly handsome men making love to her?] She thought as Louis’s lips were replaced by Leon’s and she could feel their hard arousal pressing against her, ‘Deux d’entre nous belle fille, peux-tu gérer ça ?’ [Two of us beautiful girl, can you handle that?] Louis said nuzzling her neck before biting it at the base making her moan loudly, his incredible blue eyes looked into hers