Bella and Her Beast
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For all the little girls who grew up wondering what happens after the prince kisses the girl—this is the story they never told you.
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Locked in her frozen tower, she dreamed of warmth. Of touch. Of freedom. Of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone, a secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of her imagination from the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
He is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or cages. And now the question burns through them both. Can the Beast have his Bella? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?
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"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."
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Locked in her frozen tower, she dreamed of warmth. Of touch. Of freedom. Of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone, a secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of her imagination from the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
He is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or cages. And now the question burns through them both. Can the Beast have his Bella? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?
.
"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."