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And here he was flipping pages, heart somewhere downstairs near a man he had no right to think about this much. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the evening wash over him. The roar of the engines had faded, but the presence of the Costellos remained, heavy and electric in the air. Emily was lucky, yes. But luck like that came with chains. Alexander wasn’t the kind of man who loved gently. He was the storm people invited in, hoping they could weather it.

Yet she felt no triumph in this, only a terrible and irrevocable doubt. The Beast pressed itself up as close to the edge of the salt circle as it could get. It fixed Sally with its deep black eyes, as if to remonstrate with her. Sally could not look away. The eyes seemed to grow larger and larger until they filled her field of vision. The Beast seemed to reach out and build a bridge between their minds, and across this bridge it sent an unconscionable truth.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** "Trust no one. she's not what she appears to be" *** . "What's wrong?" "Nothing" I said with a smile "Nothing at all" I replied still looking at the paper. Chad stared at me obviously feeling confused about everything. "I need to go" I tell him standing up from my seat. He stood up too. "What's in that paper?" "Nothing" he scoffs "nothing? then why did you act so off immediately you read that thing?"

Like it had scared everyone in this black-dominated headquarters. "Well, well, I'm flattered." Still touching Crystal's chin, Xander tilted his head. His warm breath caressed her neck, accompanied by a passionate glance. His lips curved upwards. "You know ... when you decided to enter my world. You should know that there is no way back, Princess," Xander said hoarsely. Crystal's blood rippled, as his words passed through her ears. Her body stung as soon as their skin touched. Deep down she knew that this wasn't right, but it was far too late to run now.

The beast let out a loud thunderous growl which shook all the trees in the forest and all other rogues fell on their knees like they were pushed down forcefully. Slowly the beast turned around and walked towards the other rogues with a menhancing look in his eyes. Blinded by rage the beast held the head of a rogue who could only whine in fear and punctured his skull with his claws and pulled his heart out and dropped him dead on the ground. The beast ripped the head, heart and spine of other rogues mercilessly before letting out another loud growl of warning for others to hear that their end will be much worse than this if they dared to think about harming what is his.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Her face morphs into a beaming smile that warms my heart, and I cannot resist leaning down and pressing my lips to hers in a gentle but meaningful kiss. “Bark! Bark! Bark!” We break apart and look at the commotion only to see Lobo facing off against another large dog that is showing aggression to him. I stand and move over to stop anything serious from happening.

A boy was now by the tree, on that she could actually see, and he was staring at the unnaturally hovering heart with horror in his eyes. "Have you lost your mind, Lex? You have killed Father's stallion." "Heart collection." Came a childlike excited voice. "I want a heart collection!" "Look at that, the maddening pride in his eyes." The Bride Thief's voice floated to her ears. "Don't you think it's lovely?" Feigning interest, Belladonna stared ahead before she leaned backwards with a huff of defeat.

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?