When Beauty Tamed The Beast Novels & Stories

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

"To anyone who succeeds and ends up getting pregnant for it, she'll be given a huge reward and will be given a chance to stand before the King." Elaina remembered hearing Tyler and the Knight talk about a beast. But she didn't think the ladies had to seduce it. "What beast exactly?" "The dragon with the black scales." Elaina's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. "But hold on, how do they plan on seducing a dragon that flies around the world?" Laura paused, giving her a questioning look. "You don't know." "Know what?" "The dragon has been captured." *** "Strip," Xavier commanded the ladies. Step by step, they took off the layers of their dress. He raised his hands, pointing towards them.

Then he peels off his clothes and slips in like he owns the damn place. “Come on, babe,” he calls, voice smug and lazy. “Water’s perfect. Don’t make me enjoy it all by myself.” The Beast is quiet, hulking, all heat and silent weight. He peels off his shirt, then his pants, slow and easy like he’s got nowhere else to be. His muscles roll under ink like a tide, all power and tension. No words, just steps into the tub like it was made for him. Like it knows his name.

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

“You have excellent taste, ma’am.” Dylan’s scowl deepened. I didn’t have time for Dylan’s skepticism as the stewing broth of premium meat for the Doberman was still on the stove. Turning on my heel, I carefully carried out the scalding pot. Tammy planted her bottom on the sofa, her right hand reaching into Dylan’s pants. Dylan looked at her with so much love in his eyes, but his gaze turned icy the moment he turned to me. With great caution, I poured the broth into Dobie’s food bowl and blew on the liquid to cool it down.

Right now the euphoria from breaking through must be flooding her head with so much adrenaline and morphine that her thoughts were likely to be muddled - and a muddled Beastman was a dangerous Beastman. While Beastmen were calm and docile now, their history was filled with bloodshed and violence; and that part of their history was deeply ingrained in their blood. As long as one was a Beastman, that violence remained. It didn’t matter how kind or gentle that Beastman was, for even the most gentle of Beastmen - the River Swan Clan - would turn into bloodthirsty monsters when breaking through! Kylie was currently going through this. The breakthrough had temporarily lifted any inhibition she had

He is such a cruel animal, she thought. From the beginning, she always wanted to give her lover everything after a proper mating ceremony, but not like this! She hasn't even let him kiss her, and now this man she despises the most is seeing her almost naked. His gaze fell on her body, and he growled with excitement and lust. He has never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. He hasn't touched anyone as he was waiting for his mate and now when he has found one, it is getting difficult for him to control himself. His beast is getting aroused which is now very hard to tame.

Cora whispers and Dom goes stiff as he watches Taylor arches off the ground. The silence is finally pierced as Taylor's lips rip open to release an ear piercing scream. In the blink of an eye Taylor's body seems to explode. Her creamy skin becomes dark brown fur. Her human features disappear and in their place are a long snout with razor sharp teeth. Taylor's scream turns into a howl briefly before her new body shags back against the grass due to exhaustion. Taylor's bright blue eyes find Dom's face for a second before her eyelids drift closed. Panic surges through his body and Dom goes to grab his mate, but his sister catches his hands.

Two windows had been smashed when we walked back to our car and I knew it was the person who tried to steal the MoonGem from us. When I turned back to my human form, all I remembered was that someone came into the forest and tried to steal the MoonGem. I didn't remember what the person looked like or the gender. The full moon transformation was different. It was a curse and we change into wolves without intelligence, all our wolves possess then are our basic instincts and primal urges. But then, I found broken heels and we knew it was a lady. "Who do you think she is?" Lorenzo asked and I faced him, resting one palm on my waist and the other on the roof of the car.