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“You have until the eve of your twenty-first birthday to become as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside. If you do not learn to love another—and be loved in return—by the time the last petal of this rose falls, you, your castle, and all within, will be cursed and forgotten forever.”
The truth was…reading wasn’t enough anymore.
A surprisingly large part of her thought that maybe if she just closed her eyes and cried hard enough, it would all disappear.
There was no denying reality.
The Beast turned on her and bared his fangs in her face. “IT IS FORBIDDEN!”
Anger issues
“YOU WILL JOIN ME FOR DINNER!” he suddenly roared. “This is not a request.”
Bro you should work on regulating your emotions... Yikes
In between her sobs she heard the faintest tap at the door. It didn’t sound right. Too bony to be a normal human knuckle. Too small to be even the eldest, weakest hand. Almost fragile sounding. Delicate. A claw maybe? What other horrors and mysteries did this night hold? Belle took a deep breath and forced herself to rise.
She wondered if recent events were making her delusional.
Dazed, Belle put out her hand and carefully lifted the teacup, one pinky extended like she had always practiced after reading a book on fancy etiquette.
The cup shivered. Bubbles began to come up through the tea. They nearly overran the rim. “Chip!” the teapot chastised. The teacup shivered again and Belle could have sworn she heard it giggle.
“Honey, if I knew about wood, I’d be an enchanted ax,”
The silence was absolute.
She lay on her side like a lumpy, sick child.
“Well, I’m too busy now. But I had some…rather odd friends once,” Maurice said. “Can’t for the life of me remember their names…or what they looked like…Ah, well.
You... You dont remember your friends names jeez
True love doesn’t just fall into your lap. You have to go out and find your other half.”
“You can’t have adventures without risk. You can’t have great things if you constantly fear loss.
“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN TO DINNER!” “I’M NOT HUNGRY!” she screamed back, rage billowing out of her more forcefully than she had imagined possible. Thinking of the triplets and their behavior hadn’t improved her mood. “YOU’LL COME OUT OR…I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!” “HUFF AND PUFF ALL YOU LIKE, YOU MONSTROUS WOLF!” she spat. “GO RIGHT AHEAD! IT’S YOUR CASTLE, AFTER ALL. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH IT. I’M JUST YOUR PRISONER!”
“There is no such thing as different kinds of people—except for the good ones and the bad ones.
“Enchanté, ma chérie,”
The victims of kidnapping often wound up sympathizing with the perpetrator. It was a sickness, a very scientifically predictable one.
When other children dreamed of mansions with fountains and big silky beds and servants to do their bidding, this was what Belle dreamed about. The money to buy all the books she ever wanted from all over the world—and a place to keep them.
Had the Beast invaded this castle, consumed everyone alive in it, and taken this prince’s room for his own?
Lol
From floor to the incredibly high ceiling, books. Three stories of books. Golden balconies and delicate stairways that allowed readers to climb to the higher levels of books. Belle stopped trying to count the number of shelves after twenty.
Belle felt like crying for reasons she couldn’t quite articulate.
molly core
On the table nearby, the little teacups were gently breathing and snoring, moving very little. It was ridiculously adorable—Belle didn’t think she had ever seen something so sweet and strange.
Gaston said with a sad smile. He spun to face Belle and dropped to one knee with a grin. “Let’s make this the most romantic happily ever after ever. “Belle, will you marry me?”
Bro will just not give up
“Well, his books are dangerous!” Gaston persisted. “They turned you into what you are—a foolish girl who doesn’t want to marry me! Me, Gaston! Every girl in the village wants to marry me! And, also, they’re a fire hazard….”
