Novels Like Beauty And The Beast Novels & Stories

Why this? Aside from the slavery aspect, my story was beginning to seem more like Belle and the beast but in this take, the beast also took the role of Prince Charming, swooping in and taking care of all my needs, showering me with safety and security even if he was the person bringing danger to my door.

She looked embarrassed at her long dress. "Honey, why are you embarrassed?" I said. "It's not like that, I'm afraid people will laugh at me." "Definitely not. Instead, you can be worshiped, like a goddess, because of your beauty." "Why so? I'm just an ordinary person, I can age one day." "Here, beauty is worshiped, Nadya. You're still the prettiest. Be happy for that."

They multiply by the thousands. My life has always been about novels and stories. I grew up admiring women wearing glasses. They looked put together and brilliant. So, I decided to become one. I am a nerd through and through. My all-time favorite Disney princess is Belle. Like me, she also reads books and loves libraries. If she were honest, we'd be friends. But alas, she isn't, and I don't have friends. Sometimes I wish I did, but I know they would hold me back with sleepovers and parties. I'm much too clever a girl for all of that.

It was perfect. Baron had this in his mansion? I walked through the garden running my hands through the flowers, feeling the wind on my face and the sun shine brightly on me. I felt alive and free. I sat down and spotted something hopping around. I looked closer and saw that it was a bunny. I gestured for it to come closer and it did. I carried it up and placed it on my lap, gently stroking its soft white fur. It looked like a mythical creature with its big beady eyes and small nose.

Denera The library was really quiet like it usually is in a library. But this time, there was no one else there at all. It even felt a little bit dusty. I remember feeling amazed when I first came in here. There were so many books, it was like a dream come true. I even felt like the character Belle from the story Beauty and the Beast. But now, three hours have passed, and I've already read two books. The first one was about the history of the pack, but it got kind of boring, so now I'm reading a fanfiction story about werewolves and vampires that someone wrote.

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 try to be stern, but a huge grin begins spreading across my face at her antics, I can’t help it and Jack begins gushing as well so I’m surrounded. “Baby girl just how far have you gone? Please tell us. Shirtless?” I nod. “Aaaannnd??” Oh god, they want a description. “Um I’m not experienced with describing the male body guys and I haven’t seen anyone else, so I don’t have much to compare.” “But you watch movies, right?” I nod again to Anya’s question. “Okay so is he more like Jamie Dornan from Fifty Shades of Grey, or Robert Downey junior from Iron Man?”

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

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

"Growing homesick, Beauty begged to be allowed to go home, even for a short time. The Beast agreed under the condition that Beauty should be back within a week. It gave Beauty a magic mirror which allowed her to see what was going on inside the castle, and a ring that can transport her back to the castle if she turns it over her hand three times." The story took a dreadful turn. The entire class edged in their seats as Miss Yumi narrated how Beauty prolonged her stay at home due to her jealous sisters' deception. They saw how well-treated and well-off Beauty was under the Beast's care and so they pretended to feel miserable if Beauty leaves them, begging her to stay at home longer in hopes t