Novel & Cerita Novels Like Beauty And The Beast

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

"Bella I remember you called me a particular name the day you got drunk back in Nigeria. Beast yes?" Wow. He had a sharp memory. I nodded. "Yes beast. I am beauty and you are beast" He shrugged his shoulders. "That's an insane description of the two of us. Is it a movie?" My jaws dropped and I stared at him "Don't you know Beauty and the Beast? It's a Disney fairytale. Didn't you get to watch it?" He shook his head. "I didn't watch all those. I wasn't opportuned to. Tell me about it"

This story- although a fairy-tale- doesn’t begin with once upon a time nor does it end in happily ever after. No, our story begins in a small town- not too far from here- where an ambitious young girl called Arabella lives with her widowed father, Abraham. Arabella doesn’t come from a large or rich family, it is just her and her alcoholic father that live in the small two-bedroom townhouse in the middle of the small, yet quaint township of Redwood.

He proudly said. "Yeah." Finn ran to his bed and pulled down the blanket for Boone. "You can sleep here." He tapped the mattress. "Why? Didn't we go here to play?" He thought for a moment. "Do you want to?" Finn asked, which makes Boone speechless. He prefers to take a nap. The vomiting and sudden exposure to crowds makes him feeble. "Or we can read books. Do you like books? I have some great stories here." He ran towards the bookshelves. Boone could agree that his mini library looks tempting. He also wants to have that inside his room but his father keeps on scolding him for taking out the books inside the Library. Saying that books must stay inside the bookshelf and must not be kept in his

He leaned to her ear, his breath caressing her neck, sending unholy tingles down her spine. "Do you know... I read somewhere that...wolves are older than humans?" "What?" She asked with a chuckle, bewildered that he wanted to do a quick fact riddle right now rather than literally anything else. "If you were a wolf... you would be twenty-two right now." She laughed. "That would be perfect." He laughed. "So let's assume I am a wolf and... between us is not much of an age gap. Or at least, that you have been legal for four years. "

When I don’t see the mythical creatures, I start to look around. “Uh, Belle? They don’t exist.” Ajax taps my shoulder. “They don’t? But she said—” “Forget what she said.” Ajax gives me a weird smile. “She’s um…I will explain that to you thoroughly later.” “Belle?” Jolina looks up from her doll to gaze at me. “Your name is Belle? You have the same name as my kid!” She chuckles, slowly caressing the cheek of the doll in her arms. “She’s a special one. Someone that could unite the two sides at war. They say that she should not live as she is a child of the enemy, but no. I still kept her. Look at her now. She is sleeping so beautifully. She looks just like Indigo. He would be so happy to see ou

So far, I had learnt what the pack looked like, where the warriors usually had their meals, how to eat at the dinner table and so on. She had also shown me around the mansion and all I managed to remember was the Walter Library which was a very large library and it reminded me of the human movie, Beauty And The Beast' where the beast showed the girl his library and she instantly fell in love, just like me. The walls were plain white and had a lot of dimensions which created a cosy and comfortable aura. It was two floors high with glass panels as railings, and the books ranged from the earliest centuries all the way to this present century. It held human books, folklore, werewolf beginnings,

I looked down at the girl who looked sleepy in my arms. “Sure, princess.” I picked her and led her to my room with her favourite story book. I laid her down on my bed and covered her properly with the blanket. Laying beside her, I opened the book to read her all time favourite story, “The Beauty and The Beast”. “I want to listen the Sleeping Beauty.” She said but her heavy eyes were indicating that she might pass out sooner. “Leah, can I ask you a question about your friend Ace?” I asked her in a hope she could give me a lead.

His fur was soft under candlelight, and the way he watched her made her feel alive in ways she'd never expected. That evening, as the fire crackled in the hearth, Belle selected a particularly intriguing volume from the shelves a romance novel she'd discovered hidden among the classics. The cover was embossed with golden letters, promising tales of passion and desire. She turned to the Beast, who was lounging in a massive chair nearby, his broad shoulders relaxed but his gaze sharp. "You built this for me," she said, her voice soft and teasing, a smile playing on her lips. "So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts."

Even the sofa had her smell. I went into her closet, the one I built for her and hung around for a while. I looked around the clothe filled space until my eyes caught sight of a small leather bound book in the make up table. I walked to the make up table and picked up the book. It was beauty and the beast. I remembered her saying that it was one of her favorite stories. I was not much for fairy tales because nothing about my life was fantastic. All I knew growing up was out to kill a man and how to wield a knife and also how to shoot a gun.