*laughing in distance*
I thought she couldn’t get any better? I mean is MCG even real? Is she a sorceress? We might have our doubts but we’ll never know.
All fairytales have a happy ending except for Frankie’s. She is supposed to be the princess of her story and her prince, the Beast was still destroying everything she had ever known. But the heart wants what it wants and for Frankie no one else mattered. Their love was sick, wrong, dark but it was all they ever wanted.
I MEAN WTH??? This book obliterated me. I am gone. DONE FOR. I cannot tell you how much I love MCG playing fucked up minds games with her readers. If you thought she’ll give you an easy pass, ha you were so dead wrong. Reading this story was a compulsion. I couldn’t stop. I DID NOT want to stop.
The entire premise of this story is crazy mad messed up. It makes you so God damn uncomfortable that you worry about everything you know. And that’s the absolute brilliance of this duet. You do not know what you’ll be hit with next. The anticipation, the magnificent fucked up love between Frankie and Beast and just every little detail makes you want more and more and more.
Also, I’d like to say that Beast is my boo thang and he should be protected at all costs.
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Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.
My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.
Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be—but it was perfect.
The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naïve to understand that even though he’d been my captor, he’d broken the shackles on my soul.
Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.
Now I know better.
Beauty is the final book in the Hate Story duet. About what it means to fall in love with the person who has absolutely destroyed you, it contains disturbing and graphic situations that may be a trigger for some.