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But the feminine part of me rebelled at not looking my best. Beau was probably handsome and confident. Protecting Sara had become my life, and everything I did revolved around her. And yet … here I was, about to go out on a date.
Just me and some guy looking to meet a pretty girl, charm her, and hopefully score. I swallowed. No pressure. To make matters worse, we were going to a fancy restaurant.
I needed to look like I belonged there, to be glamorous and confident. After all, I had to be on my guard around Mr. I needed to be supremely self-assured, and poised as hell. After work, I spent an hour picking through my closet. Most of my clothes were practical, and nothing seemed quite right for a date. I ended up settling on a sleeveless, swingy A-line dress in black, edged with aqua satin.
It was pretty and feminine. The skirt was shorter than I remembered and the neckline deep enough to show generous cleavage, which was probably why it had sat in my closet unworn for so long, the tags still attached. I put on a couple of bracelets and hoop earrings, and pulled my long, straight, superfine blond hair into a bun high atop my head.
Russell, was I? My black strappy sandals had been airing on the porch for the same reason. Un Peu de Goût was in the heart of Sundance Square in downtown Fort Worth, where it catered to a business clientele and tourists looking to spend money on dinner. My sister was at home sleeping off her most recent change. It always took a toll on her, so I left the car with her and took a cab to the restaurant. I stared out the window as we drove, trying not to get too anxious, my purse clutched close to my chest like a football carried into enemy territory.
This was a big fat mistake. I should have worn something with a longer hemline, or a less plunging neckline. Or just turned the date down.
The Alliance community was an exclusive one, and all of the clients were rich and powerful. Some had tons of money, thanks to long life spans, and some simply had a natural charisma that drew humans to them.
A couple of sorry humans like Sara and me—well, maybe just me—were outclassed. If she had to choose between loyal human employees and clients, Giselle would always pick clients.
He gave me a tight, knowing smile. Russell will be here shortly, mademoiselle. You may wait at the bar. When I approached the bar, I started to feel a little irritated at the absent Mr. With a small frown, I ordered a mojito and sat down on my barstool to wait. The mojito was expensive but tasty and did wonderful things to relax my frazzled nerves. Ten minutes passed, and I played with the lime on the edge of my glass.
Where was he? I knew what the Alliance went for in a woman, especially the shifters. All their dating profiles read the same—muscular, lean, aggressive. Morally ambiguous. Most shifter women pursued the men as hotly as they were pursued back. Even the vampire women were elegant, delicate creatures. I was a desk jockey for the glamorous. A mousy blonde encased in power panty hose that were going to cut off her circulation.
Twitchy at the thought, I took a bite out of my lime and sucked on it. After ten more minutes, this guy could consider himself out of a date. I put my lime rind on a napkin and tossed back the rest of my drink. Enough was enough. Part of me breathed a sigh of relief. I left a couple of dollars for the bartender, tucked my bag under my arm, then stepped away from the bar—and saw him. He lounged nearby, leaning against the bar as if he owned the place.
He was turned toward me, a half-full beer on the bar beside him. The jerk. A slow smile curved his lips, and my heart stuttered.
I was finding it hard to breathe. None of that caused my breath to evaporate quite like the confidence that poured from him. It was there from the easy way he carried his big frame to the crooked smile that tugged at his lips and emphasized his amazing cheekbones. This man was going to be trouble. The room grew fuzzy at the edges, and black stars flashed in front of my eyes as he crossed the floor to meet me. Everything about him was effortless, graceful motion, like a predator stalking its prey.
He leaned in close to me, and I could smell his musky clean scent. I sucked in a breath and my vision cleared. He smiled at me again, that soft, lazy smile. He gestured at the sea of white-linen-covered tables. Is that so wrong? His lips brushed against my skin, sending a shiver through me. I raised an eyebrow. So if I stay, Giselle must never know about it. The last thing I want is for you to get in trouble at my expense.
It would be fun—and he seemed sincere. I pulled my hand away and nodded. So going to the Worthington after dinner is not happening. If I pay for dinner, the only pleasure I expect is your company.
He looked amused, as if he liked a challenge. I changed topics, trying to put a wall up between us. Just in case I had warts and a hunched back, so you could make a hasty escape?
Do I look like a Bathsheba to you? An instant flush crossed my cheeks. Red alert. All hormones on deck. He lifted his wineglass and raised it to me. I felt the calluses on his palms, felt the strong grip of his warm, large hands, his nails lightly scratching at the back of my hand in an absent, comforting gesture. Oh, dear.
I liked that far, far too much for my own good. Licking my lips nervously, I asked. He set down two tiny plates. Beau popped the amuse-bouche into his mouth. After a moment his expression changed and his chewing slowed. I eyed the concoction on my plate. I eyed mine, and nodded that I was done when the waiter arrived to take the plates away.
He returned a moment later with two bowls of bright orangey-yellow soup. My eyes widened at the brown thing floating in my soup. The waiter left and I looked at my bowl, then at Beau. He was staring at his food with an odd expression on his face. French seaweed. Want to go grab a burger? At his grin, I put down my wineglass and stood.
In the sports bar, we grabbed a comfortable booth and ordered. As we waited for our burgers, an uncomfortable silence fell. Sitting across from him in a cozy booth in a dark corner felt far more intimate than sitting stiffly across from him at a fancy French restaurant had.
I clasped my hands together, trying to think of something to break the silence, but nothing came to mind. The weather? Or dating. Tell me about yourself then. Was this a probe for information?
Was he going to sell it to the wolf packs? Now, your turn. Tell me something you like. Soft, curvy women. When I was nineteen, my younger sister started dating a werewolf. He bit her and turned her, and I had to drop out of college to take care of her as she adjusted to growing fur and a tail. And since the werewolf pack wants her back, we keep a low profile in case we have to leave town again.
Oh, and I like frat boy comedy movies. I finished chewing my fry, pretending to think it over. I needed something bland and nondescript, to angle the conversation back toward safer ground. Most women would say that they liked to date, or dance, or curl up at home with a movie. He did a catlike tilt of his head that was a bit unnerving, reminding me that he was slightly more than human, for all his sexiness. Like accounting?
The challenge of it? It startled me, and I gave him a genuine smile. At first I hated it, but then it became like a puzzle to me, to figure out how to balance the books and find the right numbers that make everything click. It made me think I could own my own business someday, so I considered it good practice. I turned to my drink—a fresh mojito—and took a gulp, feeling a sudden need for liquid courage.
He smiled and leaned back, studying me like he might a delicious roast that he was about to devour. But then the smile faded and his shoulders formed a tense line. Someone slid into the booth next to me. I looked over in surprise, scooting farther back reflexively. He had wild, thick hair that stuck up in tufts from his head, and a wrinkled polo shirt hung from his enormous frame. My pulse pounded in my ears and I stiffened, thinking of Sara. This man could be a wolf, and therefore dangerous.
The man tilted his head, the crazy grin never leaving his face, his eyes on Beau. She from out of town? To expose my secret. I shoved him away, not caring in the slightest that it was rude. He sniffed me and his eyes widened. He looked back to Beau with a knowing grin. Sara was safe … but now I had a whole new set of problems. Beau was supposed to have been dating a supe through the agency, but I was a normal.
This was sure to get back to my boss. As I drank, Tony reached out to touch my ear. I jerked hard, spilling my drink all over the table. One wrong move and these two would fight. He just continued grinning and looking at me, his gaze flicking over my neck and pulled-up hair as if he wanted to touch me.
Oh, God. Was Beau involved with someone? Or even married? Not that I cared, of course. I believe that rule was set down by your very own little Alliance. The waiter stopped by to mop the table and left me a new drink. Beau said nothing. I was the first to break the silence. There were a hundred things I wanted to ask about.
He likes to say that they taste like chicken. His pack is full of assholes who like to push around as many people as they can. They refuse to join the Alliance.
It also made me want to throw up. I took a hasty sip of my mojito, my hands shaking. And then I choked, my throat too tight to swallow properly. My drink just went down the wrong way. Thank God for that. His lips twitched with mirth. But that was silly. He flipped through it, then handed me a small salmon-colored card.
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Average rating 3. Rating details. Sort order. Start your review of Beauty Dates the Beast Midnight Liaisons, 1. Dec 26, Viri rated it really liked it. La verdad no esperaba que me gustara tanto pero toda la historia de cambiantes y esas cosas me mantuvo pegada hasta que no pude parar.
El género paranormal es algo que me fascina y si viene con toques de humor me vuelve loca. un pícaro protector que me tenía babeando y Bath fue un poco tonta la verdad pero bueno, era una mujer acostumbrada a estar sola y a protegerse a ella y a su hermana contra todos. Además ya muero de ganas por leer a Sara y ver si me gusta tanto como Bath. Me voy a buscar el otro pero ya flag 19 likes · Like · see review.
View all 3 comments. Jan 15, Grecia Robles rated it liked it. Todavía ando en el mood paranormal. La verdad es que aunque no es cosa de otro mundo me gustó y está muy entretenida. Both aunque me gustó a veces tuvo sus actitudes bien tontas y me desesperaba.
Un Todavía ando en el mood paranormal. Un libro divertido y sexy para pasar el rato flag 16 likes · Like · see review. Jan 12, Alba M. rated it really liked it. Esta es la historia de Bathsheba y Beau. Bath lo voy a escribir así porque el nombre completo es complicadisimo! trabaja en una agencia de citas para el mundo sobrenatural. Es irónico que trabaje allí y más cuando intenta proteger a su hermana de ese mundo, y dado que su hermana también lo hace la última cita que su empresa ha asignado ha sido cancelada pero el cliente es importantísimo.
Bath sabe que si su jefa se entera de que el cliente ha quedado insatisfecho la echara a la calle así qu Esta es la historia de Bathsheba y Beau. Bath sabe que si su jefa se entera de que el cliente ha quedado insatisfecho la echara a la calle así que no le queda más remedio que ir ella a la cita. Pero con esa cita los problemas de ella no harán más que empezar. Me encanta Beau. En serio, yo también quiero un werepuma para mí 😏 es protector, cariñoso y monisimo!
Pero Bath bueno ella es bastante cabezona. Conste que es de las protagonistas que más he aguantado, y sabéis que yo aguanto poco jajajaja Esta historia de cambiaformas está muy bien. La recomiendo mucho entre libros largos porque se lee muy rápido aunque no sea corta. O al menos a mí me ha parecido que la he devorado en nada! flag 5 likes · Like · see review.
Apr 19, sandra rated it it was ok Shelves: que-acabo-de-leer , , sagas-abandonadas , review. No he soportado nada pero nada a Beau, la mayoría de las veces se me hacía insoportable sobre todo al principio porque me parecía un estúpido arrogante que sabe que va a conseguir todo lo que quiere porque sí. Un claro ejemplo es en la primera cita que tienen los dos.
Ugh, de verdad, qué imbécil me ha resultado, no lo he soportado nada. Lo peor de todo es que es posesivo y protector con Bath de una manera enfermiza y ella está más que encantada con esta actitud de él. Y me da igual todo la mierda esa de que son animales y tienen instintos y están en celo y tienen que reclamar a su mujer.
No y punto. Y otra tonta es Bath. Dios mío. Me exasperada todo el rollo ese de "qué virginal eres" y todas esas gilipolleces que pensaba. Y toda la tontería que tiene con Beau: si no quieres estar con él de verdad, no le hubieses dado tanto arilleo desde el primer momento y punto. No todo lo que piensa y hace, que es todo lo opuesto a estar alejado de él por muy pesado que sea él, que esa es otra cosa, porque es insistente de cojones.
Por favor, pero si le falta tiempo para tirarse a Beau y, vuelvo a decir, si tanto quieres estar alejada de una persona, haces todo lo posible para que eso se cumpla, no las tonterías que hace esta mujer. Excusa barata. Además, hay una frase que me ha cabreado de una manera increíble: "Me emocionaba que fuera posesivo cuando se trataba de mí". O SEA ¿PERDONA? No puedo con estas cosas, de verdad que no, es que con este pensamiento no me extraña para nada cómo se comporta Bath con respecto a Beau.
Venga ya, por favor. No sé en qué estaba pensando cuando leí por primera vez este libro. Hala, ya lo he soltado todo y me he quedado en la gloria. Me da mucha pena bajarle la puntuación de 4 a 2 estrellas, porque tenía muy buenos recuerdos y la sensación de que me encantaba esta pareja y este libro en general. Pero estoy muy cabreada, no sé si con Bath, con Beau, con los dos, conmigo, con el libro o con el mundo entero.
Ahora, me paro a pensar en la primera vez que leí este libro y me enfado conmigo misma. Una pena. Espero que la relectura del segundo libro no vaya por el mismo camino, porque vaya plan entonces Así que me he llevado una grata sorpresa, porque pensaba que iba a ser un libro más del montón.
Me ha gustado mucho la cosa esa de arreglar las citas, me ha llamado la atención jajaja. Sobre los protagonistas, la verdad es que no tengo ninguna pega. Definitivamente me lo imaginada como típico hombre Alfa arrogante. Madre mía, juro que no me lo veía venir para nada y uff creo que no voy a poder contenerme de leer el segundo.
Así que, lo recomiendo mucho!! flag 2 likes · Like · see review. View 1 comment. Dec 12, Fanny rated it really liked it. Beauty Dates The Beast es el primer libro de la saga Midnight Liaisons, de la autora Jessica Sims, ademas de ser mi primera lectura de la autora y tiene como protagonistas a Bath una humana y Beau una were-pantera.
Hace unos meses cuando descubri esta saga me llamo mucho la atencion, no solo porque era muy diferente de lo que estoy acostumbrada sino tambien porque cuando lei la sinopsis me recordo a la serie Love At Stake de Kerrelyn Sparks y a los que me conozcan saben que amo las histor Beauty Dates The Beast es el primer libro de la saga Midnight Liaisons, de la autora Jessica Sims, ademas de ser mi primera lectura de la autora y tiene como protagonistas a Bath una humana y Beau una were-pantera.
Hace unos meses cuando descubri esta saga me llamo mucho la atencion, no solo porque era muy diferente de lo que estoy acostumbrada sino tambien porque cuando lei la sinopsis me recordo a la serie Love At Stake de Kerrelyn Sparks y a los que me conozcan saben que amo las historias parecidas a esa y nunca puedo resistirme a ellas.
Desde que comence la historia me atrapo, solo habia leido el primer capitulo y ya estaba enganchada, ademas desde el comienzo el libro tiene una trama tan disparatada y distinta que no puedes abandonar la lectura hasta llegar a el final. Definitivamnete esta serie ha sido una de las grandes sorpresas del año.
Apr 09, Cris rated it liked it. Es fácil de leer y te sumerge en un mundo sorprendente y original. flag 1 like · Like · see review. Jan 14, Shei Belikov rated it really liked it. La protagonista fue muy tonta, extremadamente tonta! pero en a pesar de eso el libro te atrapa y siempre te quedas con ganas de leer más y más Me encantó Beau!!!
yo quiero un gatito como ese : y ahora espero ansiosa el siguiente, estoy segura que Sara no será tan tonta como Bath. May 26, Tamis rated it really liked it. Jan 04, Camila Blanco rated it it was amazing. Divertido, rápido de leer y fácil de seguir, todo me gustó demasiado! Me recordó mucho a los primeros libros de los Dark Hunters, lo cual me compró definitivamente.
enseguida voy a seguir la saga. flag Like · see review. Feb 13, Valerian rated it really liked it. Este es otro libro que releei. Jul 01, SexySadie rated it it was ok. No me convenció del todo la historia. La heroína me pareció un poco insoportable, no fuerte. Y el protagonista fue muy básico. Jun 04, Paula G. Cabezas Molina rated it liked it Shelves: hottest-guy-alive , fiction-or-magic-or-both , , in-spanish , empresarios-sexy , uf-pnr , buddy-read-with-s.
Desde el primer momento supe que este libro sería eso y no me decepcionó. Es raro, bizarro, extraño y absurdo. La trama es incoherente y, vuelvo a decir, ridícula. Entonces, ¿Por que me gusto? Gran pregunta NI MAS PUTA IDEA. gran parte del libro estuve asi Pero hubo un momento en que me rendí y solo lei el libro.
Ignorando que los protagonistas se conocian hace menos de una semana y ya hablaban de matrimonio y que habian hombres puma, hombres oso, hombres serpiente ¿Enserio? Eeeeeeeeee RIDÍCULO. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen fin View 2 comments. Aug 06, Angie rated it did not like it. No sé qué decir… Bueno, si sé, pero siento que no sé cómo decirlo y que me entiendan Es el tercero que leo de esta serie y me pasa que no me provocan nada.
Y para completar la protagonista, que había sido bastante independiente e inteligente la mayoría del tiempo, llegando al final hace la típica estupidez y así la caga en grande. El final me pareció horrible y apresurado, y varias cositas No sé qué decir… Bueno, si sé, pero siento que no sé cómo decirlo y que me entiendan El final me pareció horrible y apresurado, y varias cositas quedaron pendientes, las cueles supongo que se aclaran en el siguiente libro, que por ahora no pienso leer.
Me encantan los libros con esta temática pero no puedo con estos. Sinceramente no puedo y es por eso que a pesar de que no son largos me lleva tanto tiempo poder terminar de leerlos. Nov 07, Siry rated it liked it. estuvo bien.. aunque ya sospechaba desde un principio quien iba a ser el malo.. lo que no esperaba por completo es que tuviera un complice :s.. y bueno.. ellos no hubieran podido hacer mucho si la principal no se dejara manipular tan facilmente.. aunque he de decir que fue bastante inteligente con la jugada que les hizo en el baño..
This is a vintage fairy tale , and may contain violence. We would encourage parents to read beforehand if your child is sensitive to such themes. Once upon a time there was a rich merchant, who had three daughters. They lived in a very fine house in a beautiful city, and had many servants in grand liveries to wait upon them.
All their food was served on gold and silver dishes, and their gowns were made of the richest stuff sewn with jewels. The two eldest were called Marigold and Dressalinda. Never a day passed but these two went out to some feast or junketing; but Beauty, the youngest, loved to stay at home and keep her old father company.
Now, it happened that misfortune came upon the merchant. Ships of his which were sailing the high seas laden with merchandise of great price, were wrecked, and in one day he found that he was no longer the richest merchant in the city, but a very poor man. There was still left to him a little house in the country, and to this, when everything else had been sold, he retired.
His three daughters, of course, went with him. Marigold and Dressalinda were very cross to think that they had lost all their money, and after being so rich and sought after, they must now live in a miserable cottage. And so it went on. The two eldest sisters would do nothing but sulk in corners, while Beauty swept the floors and washed the dishes, and did her best to make the poor cottage pleasant.
They led their sister a dreadful life too, with their complaints, for not only did they refuse to do anything themselves, but they said that everything she did was done wrong. In this way a whole year went by, and then one day a letter came for the merchant. He hastened to find his daughters, for he was anxious to tell them the good news contained in the letter. This letter says that one of the ships supposed to have been lost has come safely home to port, and if that be so, we need no longer live in poverty.
We shall not be so rich as before, but we shall have enough to keep us in comfort. Get me my traveling-cloak, Beauty. I will set out at once to claim my ship. And now tell me, girls, what shall I bring you when I come back?
A rose, indeed! I thought our father would have enough to do in seeing to the safety of his ship, without being troubled to do shopping for me.
But the sisters were very much offended, and went off to sit in their own room to talk of the fine things they would have when their father came back. In the meantime the merchant went his way to the city, full of hope and great plans as to what he would do with his money.
But when he got there, he found that some one had played a trick on him, and no ship of his had come into harbor, so he was just as badly off as before. He spent the whole day looking about to make sure there was no truth in the letter he had received, and it was beginning to get dusk when he started out, with a sad heart, to make the journey home again. He was tired and miserable, and he had tasted no food since he left home in the morning.
It was quite dark by the time he came to the great wood through which he had to pass to get to his cottage, and when he saw a light shining through the trees, he decided not to go to his home that night, but to make his way towards the light in the wood and ask for food and shelter.
He knocked at the gates, but no one answered, and presently, driven by hunger and cold, he made bold to enter, and mounted the marble steps into the great hall. All the way he never saw a soul. There was a big fire in the hall, and when he had warmed himself, he set out to look for the master of the house. But he did not look far, for behind the first door he opened was a cosy little room with supper set for one, a supper the mere look of which made you hungry.
So the merchant sat down as bold as you please, and made a very hearty supper, after which he again thought he would look for the master of the house. He started off and opened another door, but there he saw a bed, merely to look at which made you sleepy, so he said to himself:.
I had better not look any farther for the master of the house. And with that he tumbled into bed, and, being very tired, he went to sleep at once, and slept like a top till it was time to get up in the morning. When he awoke he was quite surprised to find himself in such a soft and comfortable bed, but presently he remembered all that had happened to him. When he got out of bed he found he had something else to be grateful for, for on the chair by the bedside lay a fine suit of new clothes, marked with his name, and with ten gold pieces in every pocket.
He felt quite a different man when he had put on the suit of blue and silver, and jingled the gold pieces of money in his pockets. When he went downstairs, he found a good breakfast waiting for him in the little room where he had supped the night before, and when he had made a good meal, he thought he would go for a stroll in the garden. As the stalk snapped in his fingers, he started back in terror, for he heard an angry roar, and the next minute a dreadful Beast sprang upon him.
I did not think, after all you have given me, that you would grudge me a flower. And then he began to weep, to think that he must die and leave his Beauty alone in the world, with no one to be kind to her. So the merchant followed him back into the palace. There, on the floor of the hall, lay a great and beautiful chest of wrought silver.
The two elder sisters wept and wailed, and of course blamed Beauty for all that had happened. Her father went with her, to show her the way. As before, he saw the lights shining through the wood, knocked and rang in vain at the great gate, warmed himself at the fire in the big hall, and then found the little room with the supper on the table that made you hungry to look at. Only this time the table was laid for two. I do not think the Beast means to kill me, or surely he would not have given me such a good supper.
Beauty, left alone, tried not to feel frightened. She ran here and there through the palace, and found it more beautiful than anything she had ever imagined. As she spoke, she happened to look at a big mirror, and in it she saw the form of her father reflected, just riding up to the door of his cottage. And every night the same thing happened.
He ate his supper with her, and then asked her if she would marry him. All this time she was waited on by invisible hands, as though she had been a queen. Beautiful music came to her ears without her being able to see the musicians, but the magic looking-glass was best of all, for in it she could see whatever she wished. He is ill, and he thinks that I am dead. Do let me go and cheer him up, and I will promise faithfully to return to you. When she wanted to come back, she was to do the same thing.
But her sisters did not welcome her very kindly, and when they heard how kind the Beast was to her, they envied her her good luck in living in a beautiful palace, whilst they had to be content with a cottage. So Beauty, thinking it would amuse them to hear, told them, and their envy increased day by day. At last Dressalinda said to Marigold:. If we could only make her forget the day, the Beast might be angry and kill her, and then there would be a chance for us. So on the day before she ought to have gone back, they put, some poppy juice in a cup of wine which they gave her, and this made her so sleepy that she slept for two whole days and nights.
At the end of that time her sleep grew troubled, and she dreamed that she saw the Beast lying dead among the roses in the beautiful gardens of his palace; and from this dream she awoke crying bitterly.
She did not know where his rooms in the palace were, but she felt she could not wait till supper-time before seeing him, so she ran hither and thither, calling his name. But the palace was empty, and no one answered her when she called. what shall I do if I cannot find him? Then she remembered her dream, and ran to the rose garden, and there, sure enough, beside the basin of the big fountain, lay the poor Beast without any sign of life in him. Beauty flung herself on her knees beside him.
then I, too, will die, for I cannot live without you. At these words the rough fur dropped to the ground, and in place of the Beast stood a handsome Prince, dressed in a doublet of white and silver, like one made ready for a wedding. A wicked fairy turned me into a Beast, and condemned me to remain one until some fair and good maiden should love me well enough to marry me, in spite of my ugliness and stupidity.
Now, dear one, the enchantment is broken; let us go back to my palace. You will find that all my servants—who, too, have been enchanted, and have waited on you all this long time with invisible hands—will now become visible.
So they returned to the palace, which by this time was crowded with courtiers, eager to kiss the hands of the Prince and his bride. The sisters were condemned to be changed into statues, and to stand at the right and left of the palace gates until their hearts should be softened, and they should be sorry for their unkindness to their sister.
But Beauty, happily married to her Prince, went secretly to the statues every day and wept over them. And by her tears their stony hearts were softened, and they were changed into flesh and blood again, and were good and kind for the rest of their lives. And Beauty and the Beast, who was a Beast no more, but a handsome Prince, lived happily ever after.
And indeed I believe they are living happily still, in the beautiful land where dreams come true. Are you seeking more stories about love to read to your child? Why was the Beast so upset at him taking a rose? Do you know what this feeling is, when you want something bad for someone so that you can have what they have? What could the sisters have done when they had this feeling, that would have meant that nobody was hurt? Skip to content Story Reads: , Facebook Twitter Pinterest Reddit Email.
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