The Beast Novel By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

She looked up and met my eyes, paralyzing me for a moment, “The beast would tear you apart.” She stepped back and I let her. “Keep your doors locked, Aria.” She walked backwards towards the door, without turning. “The Beast comes at night and devours fresh, young flesh…” Her hand settled on the door knob, “…before he tears them apart.” I had no doubt that I was pale. She was telling me something. It was like she was reciting a script. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you tell anyone about me, your loved ones will pay.”

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

'' Mischa asked kindly. Mischa rushed upstairs, then a few moments later came down carrying a young girl. Anindira's eyes sparkled when she saw a petite girl not very different from her. She was the first woman Anindira had seen in this WORLD OF BEASTS. A petite girl with long caramel-colored hair with clear hazel eyes. She should have been a beautiful girl with a sharp jawline that looked strong and firm. Her forehead, cheekbones, and jawline were almost the same width. It was a shame that her white skin was dry and looked dull. Her long hair was also sticky and oily, almost matted.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

My beast was speaking to me as if he were conversing with a stranger. My breath came out like a mist, clouding my reflection on the car. I wiped off the mist with my hand and continued looking at my beast as if he were the most precious thing in my life right now. I don’t want to look away, it feels as if everything would disappear if I dared to look away for even one second. Looking at my beast felt different this time, it felt as if I was just reborn. I felt this anger and pain in my heart as I looked deep into my own eyes. But the moment I think about Ameera, my heart is filled with joy and I feel an urgency to find her before it is too late.

I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over. My mate falls back and lands on her rear end. Her breathing accelerates, and her eyes look around wildly as if expecting an attack. She begins to cry as she watches the darkness around her, and again, I become conflicted. I want her, but I can't have her. Her view of my people is no better than anyone else so she probably wouldn't want me. Who am I kidding? Of course, she wouldn't want me. I am a beast. A beast that kills monsters. A wild animal that can't be trusted.

Beastmen males always died in their beast form - she was starting to loose her ability to stay human. "Shuule, I'm so sorry, please, please try to put your ears away," He hissed. He didn't think she could hear him, but as the eagles started to descend on them, with a whimper, she complied. ---- Meanwhile in the City of Beasts, it was a crisp sunny day. It was still hot, but much cooler than it had been even just a few days ago. A young woman was laying out next to the waterhole, aimlessly scribbling on a piece of parchment with charcoal. Her auburn hair was braided and rolled into a bun on the top of her head, with white flowers woven in. Next to her, two leopards were stretched out, one ver

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door. I stepped inside the living room. the house was dark as all the lights were turned off. "I knew you wouldn't resist coming to your own funer

’ A part of her mind coldly asked her. She blinked back her tears. She was stunned by her own thoughts. Shea swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized how much her thoughts were slowly becoming a venomous poison to her thoughts – as doubts and uncertainties started to creep into her entire system. ‘If it is his beast, then would it change a thing? Denver and his beast were one. He is part of his beast, and so was he to his monster. You can’t separate the two of them. They were part of the whole, and that’s the reality that you must accept.’