The Beautiful Beast Novels & Stories

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

They assassinate me. .Beauty 2 was trembling as if she had been bitten by a malarial parasite. I inquired whether she had previously seen those animals. In fear, she stated those animals are from the deep seas and are under the control of the Ocean Lord. And they've been dispatched to assassinate her. Beauty's behavior was not to be desired, so I escorted her to my chamber and asked her what made her believe that the Ocean Lord had sent those animals to kill her.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

There was a beautiful voice, that was Gaby’s voice. “Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends.” On the big television screen, Dylan’s face is focused on the mascara of Beast and Gaby. When Clark saw this, he felt a pain in his chest. Gaby’s smile was strange. Tale as old as time Song as old as rhyme Beauty and the Beast After a good dance, they were on the balcony. Beast: Belle is happy with me? Belle: Yes Beast: What is it?

Taksh Oberoi asked his son. "Beauty, a village girl, embarks on a journey to save her father from a creature that has locked him in his dungeon. Eventually, she learns that the creature is an enchanted prince who has been cursed", Tanay said as his eyes never fell upon Arika whose mind was slowly hearing Taksh's words. "Oh! And what happened next?", Taksh asked amusingly to Tanay. "Beauty fell in love with the beast and broke the curse. Live happily ever after", Tanay sounded robotic and Taksha laughed crazily.

He led me to the theater room before scrolling through all the movies we had before settling with beauty and the beast making me raise a brow and he blushed before shrugging as he got comfortable. The movie ended two and a half hours later and I looked down at Bennett as he smiled. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was beauty in the sense that he was soft spoken, gentle and caring unlike me who was like the Beast who is rough, distant and uncaring. He was my beauty yet I was nothing to him and that hurt. Just because he accepted me doesn't mean that he belongs with me. I'm willing to let him go so he can ha-

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

Anne and Sarah said at the same time. They forgot that Sultan Carl did say to them and their mother that they were not going to call Ella (Rosabella) 'Cinderella.' But they did not know that the head of the Palace overheard them, and he is the Beast. But what everyone did not know was that Sultan Carl is the Beast until 7 p.m. as he turned into a human and has turned back into a Beast at 7 a.m. The two servants were assigned to Luke and Paige. Paige or Luke did not complain about them, but Paige ordered them as she was unkind and spiteful.

“Now, to complete this look, it would be perfect if you let your hair down and I could curl it.” “No,” I tell her. “You can’t go to an opera with a high-class wolf with your hair in a bun,” Lovely tells me. “I can’t let down my hair.” I turned my back. “Why?” Lovely asked. “Because I won’t look good,” my voice cracked with sadness as I said in a low voice. “Of course you will,” Lovely disagrees. “You’re a beautiful wolf.” “Please don’t lie to me.” I disagree. Lovely walked around to see my face. I don’t look at her; my stare remains on the floor.