TheDreamRunner
"Yes, I knew you." He said stepping closer. I watched as his icy blue eyes twinkled dangerously, darkening with each step he took. "In fact, you knew me."
"I-I did?" He let out a chuckle and reached to lift my face gently to his. There was a small scar under his eyes, just like the...
"Yes ma petite Belle."
"You were the beast." I breathed out. He let out a bitter laugh.
"I am the beast."
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In a world where perfection is key, the seemingly plain Belle White is an nothing but a outcast. With no desires to be a perfect lady she's overlooked by everyone, including her parents.
When she wakes up in the middle of the woods with no memory other a scar on her forearm, she wonder if she truly wants her memory back. The redhead seems to know more than he's letting on, and the raven headed bad boy seems to close for comfort. His icy blue eyes seem familiar, but she can't quite place where she's seen them before.
She attempts to run from the beast, if only she knew he was already with her.