La Belle La Bête Novels & Stories

Beauty & the Beast ‘What do you want to call her?’ Gaston asked his beautiful wife Agathe as she cradled their newborn daughter in her arms. Her long hair was curled over one shoulder and shone in the candlelight, it was hard to believe she had given birth just an hour ago. She looked radiant and glowed with happiness, ‘I would like to call her Belle, Gaston; ‘Of course, a pretty name for a pretty girl’ The baby gurgled and waved her arms gazing at her Mother with her big blue eyes,

Royalty is not in clothes and accessories, but it is in your nature and eyes. Belle played the Organetto with her pale and slender fingers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the beautiful classical music, which was her favourite. When she was in Italy, she managed special time for her Organetto. Belle was inducing into her own world. She forgot her surrounding if there was no one present except for her and Organetto. When Belle was done with the mashup of 5 different Italian classical pieces of music, all the judges stood on their seats and clapped for Belle. Villy was moved to the point that her eyes were moist. This was the character that she wants.

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.

he says, locking his arm through mine and pulling me with him. *** The backyard of the villa doesn’t even look like the same place. It’s massive—stretched wide under the darkening sky, strings of lights glittering overhead like stolen stars. Every inch is dressed up in Luzia’s vision. Blood red roses climb trellises, small crystal chandeliers dangle from wooden arches, and silk drapes across tables that are drowning in champagne and candles. It’s glamorous—so beautiful it almost feels like an insult. Because all I see are wolves in couture.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Jora’s POV Snarls and howling are what filled the night as I ran through the drudged mud that felt more like quick sand, by the time I reached the edge of the pack lands two black wolfs jump out in front of me preventing me from entering the pack land when they see the two grey decaying wolves behind me, they smelt horrid and their flesh was holding on by a hair, you could see their ribs and their glossed over eyes. One of the grey wolves howls out that stills the noise for a second when he cries out MATE, my eyes widen when the black wolf behind me jumps over me to shield my body from the grey wolf that had just set claim to me, his body was built with muscle and his aura was deathly. He sn

[Valerie] I was stunned by the mighty being who towered above me; her hair white as snow, billowing out behind her in the wind as she stretched out pale arms and the werewolves around us fell in submission. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and her eyes remained a faded shade of the red they were before she transformed. She was otherworldly - taller than most humans, her skin almost as white as her hair, but still, she was mesmerizing in all her beauty. She seemed delicate, as if her bones may break at the slightest touch, but when she spoke, through blood-red lips, she sounded as fierce as her werewolf looked.

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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.