A Southern Belle Novels & Stories

On the single sofa ,our dad was seated and on the big sofa at the side sat our quests . One was a lady , probably in her early 60's, she looked kind and elegant she wore a knee length beige colored dress with a crème color cardigan ,she had an expensive looking bag at her side and a string of pink pearls around her neck. Her face had pride and kindness all at an incredible balance. There were two men sitting at her side both dressed formally in coats of black and blue, the one sitting next to her was young ,probably a year or two older than Belle. He had sharp features but something about his smile made him look kind and friendly.

I want to talk to Tee, I want to apologize for nagging her everytime she lost her mind and went crazy. I run my hand over Belle's forehead, faintily grinning at her, she's definitely reserved for heaven, she's too good for this world, I wish I was as good as her. I'm going to miss her in hell but at least I will have Tiana, I might be cast to the hottest part of hell but I know she'll be within reach. Tiana, just like Mirabelle, will always fight for me, and Belle has fought for me so many times, it's high time I fight for her too, and for Tee, she deserves the best.

, Nora said, "I am not some sort of charity case or a pet project for rich billionaires. A cute doll you play with until you get tired....." Princess Belle Nora, a striking 5'3" brunette with long, lustrous hair cascading halfway down her back, enters the bustling mall with a sense of urgency. Her radiant beauty captivates those around her, as her expressive brown eyes shimmer with excitement. The soft, sun-kissed complexion of her flawless skin adds a touch of elegance to her overall appearance.

I shouted as I snatched away the tie from my neck and threw it somewhere I didn't even know. "Delo! Let me make this for you," I heard Genevieve's voice. I turned back. "No! It's alright. I can handle it," I said. "Delo! You're bleeding. You're mad. You do that when...," her voice was interrupted. "When he is mad?" Belle's voice came in. She was all dressed up in sky blue gown, off shouldered. Her beauty bones were looking so pretty and her hair was done so prettily. Her make up wasn't extreme but it was just perfect for her.

I quickly poured another scotch and chugged it. “You okay, Jay?” Belle said from beside me, making me jump. I nearly forgot she had been sitting there this whole time. “Yes, I’m fine. Just excited for the millionth contract is all,” I replied nonchalantly as we pulled to a stop. Opening my door, I slid out and turned to help Belle out of the black SUV. She was dressed in a skin tight skirt, ending at her knees and beginning well above her stomach. She had a white button-up shirt, long sleeve. She looked very professional. Her black hair was up in a high pony-tail, her black glasses standing out in front of her pale skin. I turned when I heard crunching gravel nearing me and looked up t

1 successful and richest woman. “What's happening?" Belle asked concern about the commotion “May limp forward, her face ghastly pale, pushing away Luke that insisted on taking her to the hospital, she wanted to be seen by May, it was easy to gain sympathy and ally or back up supporter in that state As if understanding May's plan, Jamie striked “Belle Vernon," Gasps filled the room, that was a complete disrespect. “Jamie, I didn't you know you're shameless to this point," May scolded

BELLE "I have no idea what that woman's problem is," Selena muttered as she put the clean pajamas into the laundry basket. "Did she expect you to sit there smiling as she asked you if your whole life was simply built on his… Last name?" "She was just doing her job, Sel" I whispered, sitting on the edge of the couch. My fingers fidgeted with the edge of Leo's small dinosaur T-shirt. Selena stopped at that and glared at me. "Belle,” she said. “She literally said you were lucky he picked you. On national television."

Hunter asked Belle, ready to run into the tigers' territory right then and there and ask if they were trying to make a fool of him. “Uh… I think this is her.” Belle blinked, as shocked as he felt, as the modestly dressed girl approached the altar, allowing him to notice that she had a tiny bouquet of camellias in her hands, as well as having her face hidden by a semi-transparent veil that could not hid a lot of her facial features, especially not in front of eyes like Hunter's “I think… Maybe she wanted to make a good impression?” his cousin asked, looking as unconvinced of that possibility as he was.

I wait until he is calmed down enough to form a response, “T-to-morrow? Grant! Are you crazy? How can you expect me to get a reservation at such short notice for so many people?” “I have faith that you can do it, Ellis. I am also sending the girls out to shop for dresses during the day and I will instruct Anya to make sure that they both look stunning, so the venue has to match, but not be too much to overwhelm them all.” “Ugh, sometimes I wonder why I allow you to torture me like this.”

He left, and I sat down in the styling chair as a beautiful woman approached with a friendly smile. “So,” she said playfully, “I didn’t know you and Mr Knight were…” she winked. I chuckled and shook my head. “No. It’s nothing like that.” She relaxed. “Good. Hi, I’m Belle. I work as a makeup artist, hair stylist, and product tester for Sheill Beauty.” The name hit me like ice water. Belle. My smile stiffened. “I’m Lena,” I replied carefully. “I work at Harrington Company. I’m just friends with Mr Knight.”