A beast. Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or pet but an awful brand-new creature who strolls upright – a creature with fangs and claws and locks springing from every pore. I am a monster. You imagine I’m talking fairy tales? No chance. The place is usually New York City. The time is currently. It’s no deformity, no disease. And I’ll stay in this manner forever – ruined – unless I can break the spell. Yes, the spell, the main one the witch in my English class solid on me. Why did she turn me into a beast who hides by time and prowls by night time? I’ll tell you. I’ll let you know how I used to end up being Kyle Kingsbury, the man you wished you had been, with money, perfect looks, and an ideal life. And, I’ll tell you the way i became perfectly . beastly.