Lovely Beast Novels & Stories

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

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.

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

He showed his satisfaction by petting the cub. The beast was fully covered in black hair with patches of hair which were missing on some areas and also had a lot of scars on its body, its legs, and its nose was covered in white hair, it also had a triangle-like white patch on its neck. It gave off a majestic feel whenever he observed it for a longer time. Ben stood there thinking for some time and named the beast Oreo as it looked like the biscuit. Ben opened his system and asked, "Can I let Oreo stay inside the system storage"

Lucas Isobelle walked out onto the front porch, looking flustered to hell. My God, she looked good when she’d just been roughly kissed. Her lips were still swollen, her blue eyes searched for me as her golden hair danced around her shoulders in the summer breeze. I took my time to admire how beautiful she was, standing there shielding her eyes from the harsh glare of the sun. I wanted to remember the imagery, cataloging every detail so I could drag out my sketchbook and let my pencil work its magic. She was my muse, a vision of perfection, and I needed to immortalize her onto a canvas, turning her into one of those sempiternal paintings that never alters, never fades.

His stormy eyes grew moist and as a lone tear slid down his cheek, I traced my thumb and brushed it away. "It hurts. I love you so much.. it hurts." He croaked and I brushed away more of his tears and dragged his head to my shoulder. He kissed my skin as he held me and as I whispered soft words of love in his ears, I felt the white light of the luna fall on us through the window and I knew that she was blessing us. I smiled in the dark and huddled closer to my mate. Devon was a beast and now I was like him and I could only feel glad for it because it meant that we were destined for each other. He was my beast and I would forever thank the Luna for giving me him.

She looked like she had had the worst day of her life. 'I’ll teach that greedy woman a lesson. I have to. You will really pay, Scarlet,’ Beatrice said as she walked to the corner of the lobby. In her anger, she took a bottle of a pheromone-stimulating potion, drank it, and then rushed onto one of the guestrooms. The room was beautifully designed. It looked like a home, and less of a guest room suite. It was the kind that screamed 'welcoming,’ but there was only one problem.

"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.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.