When Beauty Meets Beasts Novels & Stories

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.

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!

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

I was just too unsophisticated. A professional stripper raised in the hoods. "And who is this beautiful lady?" Mr. Leonardo asked, catching my attention. "Oh, this is my fiancee." Mark finally introduced. I nearly rolled my eyes again, but instead forced a professional smile. A smile that seemed real after so many months of practice. Being a stripper is huge work. "Pleasure to meet you princesa." He complimented while I gave a warm smile. "And you too Mr. Leo." I said before he gave Mark a knowing look.

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

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

Wait for me. “That is enough,” Crystal said to Anne. Then she stood up and let Anne rearrange her dress again before running out of the room where she had been staying while being on the yacht. This is really stupid. This competition alone is stupid, she cursed in her heart. Crystal intended to go straight to the ship's ballroom, where Aiden was, but she saw Aurora coming out of the room carrying a white cat she knew so well and it stopped her right on her tracks. “Princess?” Crystal approached Aurora, who seemed very fond of the white-crowned cat.

One of the wolves steps up to me, growling for me to stop. A massive mansion appears nearby. It’s three stories high, dark, and painted-chipped with vines growing on it from years of no maintenance. Glass-stain windows display beautiful angel designs. It’s like the dark castle from Beauty and the Beast, and I’m Belle. Am I supposed to fall for the Beast? Can I change him from his ruthless ways? I laugh in my head at the thought. Yeah right.

It was as if a hidden beauty had been awakened, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for Bea’s unwavering support. With each stroke of the brush and every delicate dab of color, Bea’s expertise elevated my natural features, highlighting my best attributes. She celebrated my uniqueness and made me realize that beauty lies not in conformity but in embracing our individuality. Together, we reveled in the power of self-expression, allowing our inner beauty to shine through.

Sophia said laughing. "I wasn't scared. You were too close for comfort" Amaya said,still on the floor. "You weren't scared and you're on the bare floor? You even shrieked like a scared mouse. How brave you are" Sophia said, laughing the more. Amaya got up and arranged her dress. Just as she was about replying Sophia,they both spotted Esme coming towards them. Their hearts sank as Esme got closer and Amaya wished the earth would just open and swallow her up.