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Fortunately, he was above falling for Snow White or Cinderella. Those girls were crude and selfish in comparison to his one and only Belle. Didn’t someone say, true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then? Just someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone who could rescue his poor soul out of the darkness of the eclipse cast upon him. Now that someone was here, bearing in her breathtaking image, her unravished beauty.

To him, Belle was no novelty. She didn’t care for wealth or looks. She was true to her word, confronting his nastiness, his secret that had seemed to be irrevocable. Yet, just like him, she loved books, and she was the only one who might whisper his name at sweet, critical moments, “Beast, my Beast!”