Romans & histoires Your Majesty Is A Beast Manga

“I like cuddling. I like cuddling with you. Sometimes, I say something I don’t mean because I’m pissed off.” I turned to face him. He still looked a little scary, like a beautiful tamed beast, where his beast was kept contained from deep within him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I cupped his face for the second time, and he didn’t stop me. “Because you’re beautiful.” “Still an ass, but I can work on that.” I smiled, and he leaned close to kiss my lips. I instantly kissed him back and opened my mouth. He kissed me passionately, gliding his tongue inside, digging his fingers into my hair.

Hugo’s head snapped back, and before he could recover, he ran back into the mansion, whimpering. Deangelo stood there, with lava literally coming out of his nose, like a fire-breathing dragon held back by a leash, questioning how everything had gone so wrong, so fast. "Lord Deangelo..." A melodic voice called his out his name, and he turned around to see who it was. It was—it was the beauty, she was leaning against the doorway of the backdoor, looking breathtakingly sexy and gorgeous. He let out a low whistle and began sprinting toward her, like a moth drawn to a flame.

The first monster managed to pull itself halfway out of the mud, raising a massive, clawed hand to summon a bolt of chaotic purple energy. Mwajuma read the tension in its massive shoulder. She knew exactly when the blast was coming. She dropped her center of gravity, slipping beneath the wild, erratic burst of magic that scorched the bark of the root behind her. In a blur of motion, she stepped onto the beast's submerged knee, using it as a stepping stone. She drove her stone-plated elbow straight down into the back of the monster’s neck. The crack of its cervical vertebrae snapping was loud and definitive. The beast went limp, sinking face-first back into the mud.

Majesta felt strong hands grab her arms, pull her down the bed, but she fought and threw someone across the room. The smell of blood hit her, and she was drawn to it, to taste it, savor it. She crawled toward the man on the floor, found the wound on his head. Placing both hands on his head, pulling him toward her. She licked the blood off his temple, then moved to his neck. The moment she tried to do more, she was pushed away and fell on the floor. In the next moment, she was pulled off the floor, placed back in bed again. This time, she couldn’t fight; her arms were tied down again, and a bag of blood was pushed into her mouth. Majesta didn’t want the bag and tried to get to the man again.

A flicker of something—a phantom sensation of heat, of salt, of a heavy weight pressing him into a mossy floor—tripped a system error in his brain. "Majesty?" the guard prompted. Aradaa didn't hear him. He looked into the beast’s eyes. He saw the stars. He saw a black hole. He saw a man who had promised to hold him until the suns burned out. "Kaelor?" Aradaa whispered. The beast nuzzled the bars, pressing its wet nose against Aradaa’s palm. It didn't bite. It didn't tear. It just waited. The obsidian throne room shattered. The guards turned to dust. The cage melted into golden threads.

I dared to raise my head but the fierce beast had his head tilted and glowing eyes squinted like he was trying to piece together something incomprehensible. His inspection had even freaked out Jordan as much as it had me. It all felt shady, but I was trapped between two monsters, there was no way I could stay alive if I made a run for it. I just had to place all my trust in Jordan and the honor he spoke of. "O yak Insaan ast, man Padshah!" (She is a human, My King!) The Beast jerked back from me as if that fuckwad had told him I had a contagious disease. I hope he hasn't. My pride just can't take even a Beast who just crawled out of a damp ditch being disgusted by me.

She squealed in surprise, then sucked, swallowing him and feeling thrilled to be in control of a sexy and powerful man’s pleasure. As he finished, the limousine rolled to a stop, and Nate stroked her hair, whispering, “Come here.” Mira slid up and leaned into him for a kiss. After, he adjusted his slacks, buttoning them up, as she straightened her dress. Their driver opened the door, and she climbed out to find a magnificent high-rise condominium that seemed to be made entirely of glass and steel. “You have a place at the Escala?” she asked, as he stepped up behind her.

He truly was magnificent. Jax, Rev and Preston were unconscious now and Baz spoke to me in my head, telling me that their beasts were ready to join with them. I looked at Jax and I took a step backwards as I saw a large blue beast merge with him. His back arched involuntarily as the beast settled inside him and he screamed suddenly as his mark appeared on his skin.

Forget it. But... It's about his obsession again? What a holy fuck of a comic is this!? The heartless vicious monster, is now at the feet of his culprit begging for love? My! Hello, heaven! Is that you smiling at me, finally? So, now I have the monster at my feet? At my mercy? Ooh, poor Ajay!

Witch! "Just pull off all your clothes and hand them over to us". Lilly's mother said. I removed my clothes slowly. After staying stark naked, for what seemed so long, we heard a loud and powerful howl. It was Damian, he was obviously, the first person among us all to shift.