La Belle La Bête Novels & Stories

"That son of a bitch." I shook my head while trying to supress another laugh. My eyes drifted back to the old woman as I hugged my knees. "I'm sorry, Madame but I don't think it's possible. Bersant is too small and I'm too ordinary. Besides, the richest one here is the corrupt mayor." "Hija, I didn't say you'll meet him here." She pulled out another card. "See? He's from a very wealthy place." Sophie leaned closer and whispered to me, "maybe in Morgana or..." She gasped. "What if he's from the Inner District? Oh my gosh, I hope he is!"

"Felipe, this is Lady Bonnie. She is the best friend of Lady Amaya. Bonnie has a message from Amaya. They only speak French." "Thank you, Carlos. Please, Lady Bonnie, what is the message?" "Lady Amaya would like you to steal her away from Prince Louis and ask her to dance." "It would be my honor to steal her away." He saw her smile as he caught her eye and winked. He started to make his way over to her, but it wasn't easy. Women started to huddle around him, so it took a couple of minutes. Thankfully, when he got there, Louis had left to get them drinks. When he finally got to her, both could hardly breathe now that they were standing right in front of each other.

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

I could tell by just looking at her that she would make an amazing Luna. "Luna?" Mira blurted out in surprise, staring into my eyes. "Yeah, and the mating gathering will be held soon; we will crown you Luna at the ceremony." She was still staring at me with confusion written all over her. "You should freshen up," I said to her. When she was done bathing, I gave her one of my shirts to wear. "You are beautiful," I blurted out the very minute she was done dressing up. Her burgundy red hair, her pale skin, and her petite body were driving me nuts. She was indeed one of the most beautiful wolves I have ever seen. I marked her, and that night I claimed her as mine.

"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.

The maiden was white as a sheet. “The Lycan’s hooded gaze slid from Edna’s to mine a split second after I looked up at him, the angular line’s of his face u smiling as he arched a questioning eyebrow at me, enough that I could feel the air leaving the space as the werewolves gathered sucked in their breaths. “What's it going to be Snow White?” Hector’s gravelly voice came, making electricity sizzle down my spine as I decided, nodding even before he could finish.

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary wolves needed to call him with, he still did his part to respect the hierarchy set before them. "Kane," Zane said, his voice low. Baritone male, deep and heavily British accented voice, a voice that was the vocalization of smooth silk. "Yes, brother. I have news." "Speak." Zane said, then threw his cloak back on. "Well, tonight is a full moon." "Much like any other?" Zane asked, turning fully to Kane. His blood red eyes thinned a little. "No, brother. Your wolf will be taken tonight." Kane said, his voice small, as if he hated to break it to Zane.

Belle had joined the training session with Beau, deciding she needed to let off some steam after her encounter with Beryl. She didn’t know who irritated her more, the Wicked Witch of the West or the Barbie doll. But either way, between the pair of them, Belle had a lot of pent-up anger.