A Southern Belle Novels & Stories

Kye started, and I just listened because I’d rather enjoy my lunch than talk nonsense. “Me? No. No fucking way.” Sax was quick to defend himself. “We’re not talking about you, dickhead,” Striker said, tipping his head at me. “Holy shit! TBB, isn’t it?” “TBB?” I asked Sax. “The Beautiful Billionaire?” “Why do you all keep saying that?” “Isn’t she?” His smile widened meaningfully. “I did not see this coming.” Striker just dialed someone on his phone. “Pa?”

I had to find a way to break this curse immediately! ‘Eira Yard… Sophie Clark…’ A thought surged through my mind. Eira used to be short and chubby in high school, yet she had turned into a goddess. Meanwhile, the original class belle, Sophie, had turned short and chubby. How could there be so many coincidences in this world?

The woman tilted her head and asked, "Are you interested in Belle? Or are you interested in me? Or do you think we're two sides of the same coin?" Grayson's gaze hardened as he responded firmly, "You and Belle are obviously two different people." Despite their identical appearances, Grayson recognized the distinct aura surrounding each of them. Belle radiated warmth and happiness—a sweetness that permeated the air. This woman, however, exuded unease, a chilling fear that sent shivers down Grayson's spine.

Shawn muttered running his fingers through his hair. "Oh, man! You are so damn blind..." Billy replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "A few days ago, I found by mistake, Belle's diary, and I've read it. It really turned my doubts into certainties. In one of the last notes, she wrote that if you smiled at her as you smile at Danielle, she would've flown like a butterfly. At the Spalding party, she wore that beautiful dress just to get your attention, but you didn't saw her. During the week she stayed at the villa, she trembled with emotion every time she saw you, every time you approached her. Belle had eyes only for you. She was feeling ill when you were with Danielle and your... fiancé

Their eyes connected momentarily before Ara looked away. " Belleza," El answered, snapping him from his trance. Belleza was Serrano's clothing line and one of the most popular fashion brands in the world. Without saying a word, Killian kicked the car into motion and Ara leaned her head against the window, peering outside. This was the first time she was going out. She didn't know what to feel. She never wanted to be here in the first place. She was missing her orphanage, Jane, and Robert, and even Gary sometimes. She also missed her kitten, Ruby. The little kitten used to visit her every time she would go back to the orphanage. She had warmed to her. A nostalgic smile appeared on her face.

It was like our souls were bound. Which I guess, they were. I was just about to pour myself more coffee, when I heard Belle's voice rip through the air. “Mama,” she said. I set down the coffee and ran to the front door. Billy and Belle were running up the driveway. Liam walked behind them. Belle was grinning from ear to ear. She was wearing a cute skirt with a pink blouse. Her hair was done in pigtails with a ribbon in each. Billy was wearing trousers and a shirt that had the Blue Moon Crescent Insignia on it.

She could see why Beau had the title of head enforcer. Belle even got to spar with Beau for a while. He wasn’t up to Layke’s standard, meaning she had an advantage over him, but he still gave her a run for her money. When the training was done, Belle was in need of a serious shower, but first… something had been playing on her mind. “Have you seen Sierra lately?” she asked Beau, tilting her head as she waited for his response. Beau scrunched up his face, he avoided the blonde like the plague. Her constant whining gave him a headache. Beau shook his head. “No, thank god.”

Aria pressed on her amethyst pendant. She wondered if something like this had also happened to Elijah's crew. "Cut!" The director looked at Belle. She checked the footage and made sure that nothing was wrong with it before asking for the water to be changed into warm water. She entered the pool with her makeup flawlessly intact, paying no attention to the state of her body double. She found Fanny to be poor and filthy, and she pinched her nose when they passed by each other—how incredibly humiliating.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

It was perfect. Baron had this in his mansion? I walked through the garden running my hands through the flowers, feeling the wind on my face and the sun shine brightly on me. I felt alive and free. I sat down and spotted something hopping around. I looked closer and saw that it was a bunny. I gestured for it to come closer and it did. I carried it up and placed it on my lap, gently stroking its soft white fur. It looked like a mythical creature with its big beady eyes and small nose.