La Belle La Bête Novels & Stories

If those eyes had looked at him with something more than curiosity or surprise. Downstairs, the chaos continued. He could hear his stepmother barking orders at the staff, her voice carrying up through the floors. His father was probably locked in his study, making whatever shady deals came with tying their family to the Costellos. Emily flitted around like a princess, getting fitted for gowns and dreaming of her new life as Mrs. Deluca.

We walk to the stream on the corner alittle far from the border and I take a sit. I face him and gulp. Its now or never, he needs to tell me what he is. "Did you just say demon wolf? Wha- how? That's impossible they don't exist" I say very confused and stare at his beautiful blank face. "How can someone so beautiful belong to me. I can't wait to have a taste of him" Belle says and heat moves all over my body. I look at my reflection so that he doesn't see how I look. "Belle stop he'll smell my arousal. You're in so much trouble"

I could picture what they could be talking about. “Why don't you come with me while daddy talks to mommy.” I reached out to her. “Okay.” I take her from Adrian and he leaves and takes the opportunity of talking to Belle, something I've been hoping to converse with. “Beta?” “Yes Beta.” “Who is Logan?” “What!” A startled Belle looking terrified and busted didn't occur to me in my wildest dreams. She knows something. “You know Logan, tall with very sharp fangs drives a Bugatti for I don't know what reason.”

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

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

“You will be going to Hell with me, pretty one. Let’s enjoy this time.” The growl could be heard again and Belle finally saw the large creature hissing from the woods. It appeared like a leopard with black soft fur. The beast was elegant as it padded its way toward them but the gaze was filled with so much bloodlust and violence that if Belle wasn’t standing next to Leon, it would have come after her. “Go,” Leon ordered and the beast pounced it large jagged teeth toward the creature, biting off its hand and munching delight on the flesh and blood it received.

"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.

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They were tangled. Taylor began to talk about her painting. I've been seeing this in our room, but I never saw the finished version. It was a butterfly, but instead of a normal butterfly, the body was a body of a woman without a face. There was a cocoon near it, which I'm guessing that the butterfly just transformed into a full-grown butterfly. Its wings were colorful and the woman's hair was very long. Looking at the painting, I figured it was about a woman getting out of its comfort zone. It's a woman going out of her home to figure out life outside. I bet the colorful wings represent her support system, who helps her fly. I'm totally getting symbolism here.

The woman tilted her head and asked, "Are you interested in Belle? Or are you interested in me? Or do you think we're two sides of the same coin?" Grayson's gaze hardened as he responded firmly, "You and Belle are obviously two different people." Despite their identical appearances, Grayson recognized the distinct aura surrounding each of them. Belle radiated warmth and happiness—a sweetness that permeated the air. This woman, however, exuded unease, a chilling fear that sent shivers down Grayson's spine.