When Beauty Meets Beasts Novels & Stories

And the beasts. “Mystic Moon, we will begin training shortly. We haven’t faced witches before, but we have faced the beasts. We know how they fight, and we need to prepare so we don’t lose anyone standing here today. Adam,” I turned to the Beta, “You will stay back with the rest to fight the beasts, while I go out in search of the stolen scalp.” “You will go alone?′ Adam quizzed. “Yes. If anything happens to me in the Land of The Witches, I will rest easy knowing you’re here to protect them.”

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

’ My hands patted my sheathes that were holding the blades that would help to end Draxthi and the Demacores entirely. A gust of dark energy moved towards us. Draxthi, Gixin, Calvin, a group of Demacores, and a couple of witches appeared within that energy. Beauty let her Vessel aura out to play so that it could entice them. It was working like a fucking charm. They all looked like they wanted to possess her, but they would be dead long before that ever fucking happened. “Hello, boys,” Beauty drawled.

Althea It was finally the day. The day of the launch had finally arrived. Today, we booked a venue that was a blend of elegance of vintage room design with a touch of modern flair–perfectly mirroring the concept of The Art Palette. The room buzzed with excitement as beauty influencers, industry professionals, and loyal customers gathered to witness the unveiling. The soft hum of conversation was punctuated by flashes of cameras and the subtle scent of fresh flowers that adorned the space. I didn’t know what the beauty event was like before. I never attended one in my life. But this time, I was the one who created it.

Her cum. She loudly mewled, her back arching off of that mattress. Giving him a better view at those full and bouncing breasts. Making him feel so hypnotised by the sight of her like that. Lips parted. Moaning. Eyelids so hooded from the building pleasure. Skin flushed. Those caramel curls of hers spread into a halo around her head. Decorated with feather-like snowflakes. She was so fucking beautiful right now, and she was all his.

Damn, she was way too pretty to be a beast. “You don’t think I’m a disgusting, cruel beast who deserves to die?” she whispered. “What? No. I actually think you’re cool,” I said. Truly, I had made peace with it. “Oh, great. So... can we be friends?” she asked. “Yep. So? I saw Mike shift on Saturday, and I wanted to know... when you shift, do you look the same? Does your beast have boobs?” I asked. “Max, you can say wolf or Lycan. Not beast, not monster,” she corrected.

~I won't regret calling my boyfriend a beast. He is the most beautiful beast I have ever seen all my life~ ********** Demonte's POV: Yes! There she is. My tigress!!! Walking out of the main entrance of prison door. There are hundreds of people waiting for her in front of the entrance. Her praisers. She looked around for couple of minutes in that huge crowd and then her eyes stopped at my direction. She smiled with her gorgeous smile towards me and then, ran like a little baby towards me.

The pair were constantly watching each other when they thought no one was paying attention or sneaking away in fits of giggles at the end of meetings. They were well-suited, Belle thought. Immi was just as mischievous as Beau and they’d be one hell of a power couple, witch and faerie magic combined is a lethal combination. Beau got Immi’s sense of humour and seemed to revel in her charm. When it turned twelve-am, Immi would be able to recognise Beau as her mate if he was. She wouldn’t have been able to tell now because Beau isn’t of mating age yet, but tonight… all will be revealed. ---

The beast — nearly the size of a small horse — is genuinely just looking forward to being petted by her, like the lovesick puppy he is. "Hey — don't think that just because you arranged a run with our mate, I'll tolerate your insults," he growls, but his fury dies the instant he spots Maya stepping onto the path. He pricks his ears, and for a while, we both simply admire her — she looks like an angel under the moonlight. Her porcelain skin glows, her hair loose in soft curls. She's barefoot in a loose grey dress, but even beneath the baggy fabric, I can see how deliciously her curves have rounded. She's put on a little weight, but it only makes her more gorgeous — softer, more feminine, gent

She knocked on the doors, opening each one to check where she might be. Finally, she reached the locked stall. "Beauty?" "I'm fine, I just need to use the restroom." "I didn't ask," Jessi replied, hearing the sound of water flushing. Jessi shook her head, convinced Beauty was being overly dramatic, trying to deceive her into thinking she'd actually used the toilet. A few seconds later, Beauty opened the stall door, her eyes swollen. Luckily, she was all-natural without makeup on-otherwise, it would have been a complete disaster.