The Beau And The Beast Novels & Stories

You have always been mine and tonight I will claim you as such making you my Pet to do with as I wish. His red eyes bored into hers, ‘I have a very special collar and lead for you and when you are not sharing my bed you will be caged for all my people to see’ He stood up and smirked, ‘You belong to me now Belle, your pet dog is locked in his own hell unable to return to his human form or ever leave his castle. It’s all your fault little Beauty, you have condemned the mighty Beast to live like the animal he is. He will grow to hate and resent you little Beauty and his people will want to exact their revenge on you when they discover their Crown Prince is lost to them forever.’

AJ laid back down and extended his hand. “What?” Ed shook his hand but frowned. “You came to save me and Mommy. You’re really like Beast. He came to help Belle. Mommy isn’t Belle, but she’s also beautiful. So it still fits.” AJ shook Ed's hand with earnest gratitude. “I’ll always come. Whenever YOU need help, I’ll come.” Ed stroked AJ’s head, who, of course, looked delighted. He had his own personal 'Beast', who was there for him. Naturally, he welcomed it warmly.

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

Just us. The second his hands are on my tits again, I’m done for. I’ll spread my legs. I’ll moan his name. I’ll come like I was made to. And I’ll fucking hate myself for how much I love it. The castle-like villa looms ahead—massive, old, and so rich it makes my teeth hurt. Gilded candlelight spills through stained glass. There’s a haunting little melody playing from somewhere inside. Probably an orchestra. Probably a damn good one.

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.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “... when a woman decides to be wicked, even the devil takes lessons... ”Ella *** Denisha' * I parked my car and stepped down with my things. i strode into the house to see my husband and child lying down on the couch, watching a movie with a packet of pizza and ice cream. They didn't notice my presence as they were so engrossed in whatever they were watching. I cleared my throat and that's when I had an audience.

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.

“He’s not....” Alexander’s voice instantly turned sharp, dangerous. “I know.” The woman fell silent immediately, shrinking back. Alexander walked toward Aiden with deliberate steps. When he reached him, he placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, a clear, possessive gesture. Aiden looked up at him in surprise, but didn’t pull away. Alexander looked back at the two women, his expression unyielding. “The marriage contract has already been fulfilled. Aiden is my husband.” The stepsister’s face turned red with anger and jealousy. “But he’s nothing!” she blurted out before she could stop herself.