Beastly

I am a beast. A beast. Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog but a horrible new creature who walks upright-a creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore.

I am a monster. You think I'm talking fairy tales? No way.

The place is New York City. The time is now. It's no deformity, no disease.

And I'll stay this way forever-ruined-unless I can break the spell I am a beast. A beast. Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog but a horrible new creature who walks upright-a creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore.

I am a monster. You think I'm talking fairy tales? No way.

The place is New York City. The time is now. It's no deformity, no disease.

And I'll stay this way forever-ruined-unless I can break the spell. Yes, the spell, the one the witch in my English class cast on me. Why did she turn me into a beast who hides by day and prowls by night?

I'll tell you. I'll tell you how I used to be Kyle Kingsbury, the guy you wished you were, with money, perfect looks, and the perfect life. And then, I'll tell you how I became perfectly .

. . beastly.