When The Beauty Tamed The Beast Novels & Stories

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. ---

It was already fairly extensive and continued steadily growing. Matteo tapped out. Beauty collapsed next to him, panting from the tumble they just took. That right there just showed you how well Matteo could stand up against her. He would make a great Beta for this pack. “Everything good now?” I asked, as I approached them. I smirked at the glare that Beauty sent my way. Kalamar was not the only one who loved to push her buttons. That glare became heated when I caught my tongue piercing between teeth, the one move that I knew went straight to her pussy.

Perhaps, because she was still flushed after their intense making love. “What is so effective?” She curiously asked. Denver gently held her cheek. Her wound was already healed, and it might be because of her inner wolf – which is jumping for joy right now, if she might add. “Perhaps, you are my cure. The beast within me is tamed if you are by my side.” Denver replied before he planted a soft kiss on her forehead and pulled her towards him for a hug. Shea smiled sweetly at him. And before she knew it, Denver was already planting butterfly kisses into her neck. She bit her lower lip as she tried to stop herself from moaning, but she just couldn’t.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

He didn’t stop there, no; he walked me up a grand staircase, straight out of a storybook, and down a hallway with a fancy runner beneath his feet that were aggressively furry. Did a furry dog-human-beast live in this wonderfully elegant castle? What universe had I fallen into? The beast shoved his shoulder into another door, swung it open, and suddenly I fell backward onto a bed. The covers were satin, silky beneath my fingertips, and I almost admired the beautiful woodwork of the four-post bed. But his presence sucked any admiration from my body, along with my breath and my sanity. His beast form was out, but he struggled against it, pushing him back, while his human form pleaded to be seen

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

Beast: At least I got to see you one last time Belle took the Beast’s paw and placed it on her cheek, she was crying. She placed the Beast’s paws on her lips. Belle: No, no! Please! Please! Please don’t leave! I love you! On the large screen of the television, Anyone can see the drop of the last petal of the delicate rose. Sadness prevailed in that room. She kept crying until there was mist everywhere. Beast’s body floated in the air. She saw strange magic: Beast was wrapped in a neat garment, lost his legs, and was replaced with hands similar to hers. She tried to touch him, but fog again enveloped his body. Until the Beast’s form finally changed.

Belle Rose bolted out of the chair and stood behind the Beast. Belle Rose held the Beast, and she declared. "I love you, Prince Willem and please don't leave me." The Beast began to transform, and Ayers, Paris and Ava fell onto the floor. Belle Rose stayed where she was, and she knew that she had broken the spell. The Beast finished transforming into a human, and Belle Rose held him up. Prince Willem felt Belle Rose's hands on his arms, and he turned around. Belle Rose smiled at Prince Willem, and he gently wrapped his arms around her as he smiled at her. Ayers couldn't believe his eyes, and he wasn't the only one.

After that dream, I had been so lost in thought, without any idea of what to do. “Cas…” “There is good news, mate.” he opened up, saying. “My beast finally synched with me. He finally accepts we’re one body.” My eyes widened at his reveal. I couldn’t even believe my ears, in any way. “No more fights?” “No more.” he replied, kissing my cheeks, with his silver-grey eyes locking with mine afterwards. My eyes narrowed, after I noticed his appearance. My mate looked different, his aura was more confident, and that made my heart soften.

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.