The Beauty And Beast Season 2 소설 & 이야기

“Ji, don't do this to me. Please don't. I want this baby. I love him, please don't snatch him from me. Furthermore, I'll do whatever you want, or I'll accept anyone whom you desire, I'll never say anything about it. Please ji, please. He is our son. He is a part of us, a symbol of our love. Please. You wanted a baby from me. I'm giving you so why ji why you're doing this?” Beauty screamed at the beast. However, The beast was staring at her. Her breathing was labored as she glared at him. “I don't want anything from you, not even a baby". Beast was deeply looking at her. Beauty sobbed loudly at his words. “This is yours. This is your baby”, Beauty broke down in front of him. “I know that and

He arched back when Boone’s hand started to play his other bud. Boone watched every expression that he would make. As his chest heaved up and down, as his lips parted at every kiss-bite that he would make and each grasped that he would do whenever the pleasure seemed hard to handle. He finds him more sexy each time he witnesses it. And inside of him, there’s something pushing him to want him even more. He held him by the chin and pulled him closer to his face. He looked him in the eyes and smiled wearily. “Let’s leave everything behind.”

Now hell on the way. "The Beauty is going to face this beast. And this beast is going to claim that beauty."

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

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.

I wasn't in total shock hearing his confession, but his next words shocked me even more. "But I never knew that this beast would find his beauty." My breathing got caught up in my throat. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time. He smiled, and it wasn't a fake one. He stared at me with pure adoration and affection. "During all of this I've hurt you unintentionally and I regret it. I don't know how much you will hate me now, but I know one thing for sure, that this beast won't let his beauty go because this beast has crazily started to fall for his beauty."

Its fur swayed with the movement of the flames, but stayed intact and appeared as sleek and shiny as if it was still attached to a head. I only understood why they set fire to the scalp when Elena called on one witch by the name of “Mary” and held the burning scalp to her nose. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply the smoke that came from it, lifting her arms on her sides for another witch to remove her robe. She was bare beneath the robe, and strikingly beautiful, but I was more interested to watch what happened next. Ripping sounds filled the air as her skin pulled taut then tore to make way for dark, damp hair that grew from her arms first. The greasy looking hair coated every inch of her

Ajay implores. "Come on, Don! Look at her. Her beauty is outshining the lights of this hall, but that won't last for long if this is how you are going to behave with her. A beauty so rare, needs special care." The last bit is a whisper that makes even the monster tremble. My!

I can use this to my advantage. “Say, according to the little miss’ story, you are supposed to be one of us, right? One of us, as in a hunter.” Ajax brandishes his blade and looks at me with one eyebrow raised. His long black hair, which he has tied into a ponytail, sways slowly behind him. A few bangs linger over his ruby red eyes while he waits for me to answer his question. “I am not exactly a hunter myself yet, but I am pretty sure that you are not one. Tell us, Belle, were you lying?” There’s a hint of a warning in his voice, like he is implying that he is going to kill me if I am.