The Beautiful Beast Novels & Stories

I left my office and walked into the living room, hoping the movement would settle the uneasiness building inside me, It didn't. My wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, refusing to settle. “Can we go out and bring her ourselves?” my wolf asked. I stopped walking. “You know that’s impossible. How can you suggest that?” I said. The idea was absurd, I couldn't simply leave the palace and go searching for a woman in the middle of the day. The curse prevented me from stepping into sunlight, and there were limits to what I could even do. But my wolf didn't care about any of that, he wanted her.

I'll just find the right time later to say I'm not feeling well. I was wearing a satin puff sleeve ruched backless in color red. I was a little uncomfortable with the dress because it was so fit to my body and I could see my chest too much. But I'm being amazed in myself lookinf this beautiful. This is my first time wearing such a beautiful dress. "Madam, are you sure this is your nanny here? I don't think I can believe it." Said the gay fixing my hair after makeup. I am really grateful to my british father, because even though I am poor in life, I am rich in appearance.

I loved that he saved himself as Beast, even though that meant he went through my phone. Me: Thank you. He responded before I could put my phone away. Beast: is everything ok at home? Me: perfect. I have a surprise for you. Me: actually, it's more for me than you but since you're paying for it we should pretend it's for you. Beast: I can't wait! If it is tight and black, I would like a preview. My mouth dropped open. This man! Me: it's many colors and not attached to my body. If you're good maybe I'll buy something more to your desires.

In the grand castle that had become her unexpected home, Belle wandered through the vast library the Beast had built just for her. The shelves towered like ancient trees, filled with leather-bound books that whispered secrets from every corner. It was his way of showing he cared, a gesture that made her heart flutter more than she dared admit. The Beast, with his imposing frame and piercing eyes, had transformed from a gruff monster into someone she found undeniably intriguing. His fur was soft under candlelight, and the way he watched her made her feel alive in ways she'd never expected.

I hadn't expected that, but nonetheless, I refuse to look away, matching the intensity of his gaze. "I was out in the forest one night with my daughter, when the Beast came and took her from me. When I tried to fight it off, it took my hand and left me near-dead on the ground," he mutters, before resting his arm on his lap, allowing me to keep seeing as he explains his story. The Beast has never hurt a single soul. It is a magical creature which remains unseen, granting magic in return for our devoted faith. My mothers chants ring through my mind.

A place of peace and joy was in Adonis's room. Adonis looked at Alex with curious eyes, the boy's chubby mouth began to move to say something, Adonis's eyes lit up and the boy's clear voice rang out, attracting Alex's attention, the boy said. “Uncle Alex Today my teacher told me a story called "Beauty and the Beast". The ending of the story is very happy, a ferocious beast turns into a handsome man, so is this story true? Can a man turn into a beast and a beast can turn into a man?”

[Valerie] I was stunned by the mighty being who towered above me; her hair white as snow, billowing out behind her in the wind as she stretched out pale arms and the werewolves around us fell in submission. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and her eyes remained a faded shade of the red they were before she transformed. She was otherworldly - taller than most humans, her skin almost as white as her hair, but still, she was mesmerizing in all her beauty. She seemed delicate, as if her bones may break at the slightest touch, but when she spoke, through blood-red lips, she sounded as fierce as her werewolf looked.

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.

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.

The man scowled in annoyance, glared at me, and then turned to throw his body back on the sofa. Useless man. "So ... how are you going to seduce him? I'm sure a young boss like him is used to being around beautiful women, if you only use your beauty, I think it's useless," Bastian said without looking at me. "Ah, I learned it from a movie, I'll spill my drink on his lap, then stare into his eyes for three seconds, creating an unusual impression, so he'll be curious about me," I replied quickly. After hearing my words, Bastian's brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and his eyes narrowed. I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that.