La Belle La Bête Novels & Stories

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.

she winked at me. A young boy walked up, tall and broad, with black hair and green eyes, the spitting image of the King and it could only be their son, the prince, he nodded to us and walked around us sniffing, my heart stopped in my chest as I remembered what Rochelle told me about King Bête being able to scent his mate in her mother’s womb. I turned and watched as he rounded Bastein and stopped dead behind him as our daughter turned to face him.

the ugly man was about to touch Belle but. "Pack!!!!"

"Do you expect me to be grateful to you? As if I desired that!" Keith shook his head. "Me too, but for the purpose of a successful mission, could you please be quiet?” Abby simply rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Rye. "And for the most anticipated portion of this auction, the administration proudly offers this beautiful woman named Rye." The crowd began to vocalize their opinions. Some even whistle in a twisted manner. "Those effing perverts!" Abby pondered. Rye, who portrayed Belle in the film Beauty and the Beast, was well-known in western countries for her beauty. The host's laughter causes Abby to scowl.

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.

Xavier adds. I whisper a small okay to him and with that he starts kissing me, from my forehead to my eyes, to my nose then to my lips where where we make out for a while. He moves to my ear and says, "I want to taste you, Lesha" He then bites my earlobe and I gasp in surprise, feeling the pain and pleasure of the bite travel all the way down to my center.

They’ve really planned tonight’s movie night that’s for sure. Avery walks into the room and grabs his pizza and for some odd reason he sits next to me on the floor. “You better not have picked some sappy ass romance movie,” He tells Aurora. “Of course not. I picked the beauty and beast,” I glanced over my shoulder at her. “Really?” I asked. “What?” She said. “It’s the best movie ever to watch a beautiful girl falling in love with a hideous monster who turns out to be a prince,” she says, all excited.

Cora whispers and Dom goes stiff as he watches Taylor arches off the ground. The silence is finally pierced as Taylor's lips rip open to release an ear piercing scream. In the blink of an eye Taylor's body seems to explode. Her creamy skin becomes dark brown fur. Her human features disappear and in their place are a long snout with razor sharp teeth. Taylor's scream turns into a howl briefly before her new body shags back against the grass due to exhaustion. Taylor's bright blue eyes find Dom's face for a second before her eyelids drift closed. Panic surges through his body and Dom goes to grab his mate, but his sister catches his hands.