Isabelle and The BeastIsabelle was there when the enchantress had come a knock, knock, knocking, on the beast's castle door that cold February evening. In fact it was her mother who first answered the door and offered her a warm bed and meal before the young prince came storming down the stairs complaining of a stale smell.More Like This
The next few nights were the clearest memory of Isabelle's childhood, the Prince, who then was called Hanz, demanded the smelly old woman to be thrown back out into the winter cold. He refused her with only an offering of a single white rose for only a warm place to sleep, the next time she came begging, it was snowing heavily and she held two white roses and he cast her away again. The night after that, a night colder than the last she offered three prefect white roses for mere logging in an empty horse stale, Prince Hanz refused saying she'd scare the horses to death and sent her away.
This continued for thirteen long nights, and Isabelle knew something was magical about the old woman
Claire XVI - WaitingClaire XVI - WaitingMore Like This
Living with Delilah in Club Heat was one of the most interesting times of Claire's life. At night the club was packed, so Claire and Beast stayed in their room. Sometimes they read, sometimes they just talked. Delilah would join them sometimes.
During the day Claire and Beast were free to wander around the club. Delilah had ordered her staff not to breathe a word about their presence, under penalty of a fate worse than death.
Delilah and Claire were still good friends. Delilah would often come to Claire when she was more than a little tipsy and talk to her about random things.
"It's not fair, Claire." She moaned one night, leaning her face in her arms, which were propped up on a table. "Why do you get all the best guys?"
Claire smoothed Delilah's hair back from her face. "I really don't know what you are talking about." She said.
"Can't you sha
Dragon Rose Chapter 26 part 2"ATEM! YUGI!" Yami screamed in his sleep.More Like This
"Yami, wake up!" Yami's eyes flew open and he found himself being held in place by Seto, the man's blue eyes fixed on him with a mixture of fear and concern. A cold stab of fear pierced him, completely unaware of where he was. He recognized Seto's room, but the bed sheets were twisted and half flung off. One of Yami's arm raised over his head the other clenched the pillow in a fierce death grip, with Seto holding both his wrists. Seto's tail was wrapped firmly around Yami's waist to keep from thrashing about.
Slowly, so as not to scare him further, Seto unwound himself and looked him over for any sign of injury. "Yami?" he asked, carefully, tenderly. So tenderly that Yami despaired. "Are you alright?"
The details of his nightmare came back to him like a cold knife twisting into his heart. A sudden stab of guilt, and terror knifed through him, making Yami flip over and smother his face in a pillow and burst into tears.
"Yami!" Seto kept shaking
Rina and the BeastRina and the BeastMore Like This
Inspired by the classic tale of Beauty and the Beast
For for those who still believe in fairytales...
She was beautiful. When I saw her enter my mansion that night, I knew right away that she was beautiful, but I sensed that something was wrong about her.
She was... too beautiful.
Her long hair, her pale skin, her long dress, she was just too beautiful, and yet, I couldn't stop looking at her, gaping at her.
"Why, young man. Have you never seen an enchantress before?" her voice sounded like wind through the trees on a spring day.
Hearing her say the word enchantress made my blood run cold. I'd heard tales about enchantresses casting curses on people for misdeeds, and I knew she had come to punish me for mine. I wasn't exactly the nicest guy around.
"Young man, you know why I am here. You have been cruel all your life, and it is time to pay for your crimes. You are as stubborn and cold-hearted as a beast, so you shall now be seen as one. If,
1: Beauty and the BeastHe sees her huddled near the side of the road, the hood of her tattered brown cloak pulled tightly around her wrinkled face.More Like This
She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t