A Southern Belle Novels & Stories

Belle’s mother would always say to her. Chapter 1: As the sun’s rays hit the earth with a rather subtle amount of heat, with the blue sky glistening in its light, Belle, a beautiful teenage girl with light brown eyes and dark long hair sat in an open field very close to her house. The flowers around were beautiful, bright and colorful. They moved in a way that it seemed like they were dancing to a tune which could only be heard by them. Belle sat on a cloth on the ground while she watched a movie on her cell phone.

"Good morning Deacon Phillips, God has blessed this day indeed, the sunny weather is very pleasing" I turn around to find Eliza no longer near me, I search for her and find her conversing with the other women, I love her smile as she chats excitedly, no doubt becoming filled in on the latest gossip. Her smile is like a beautiful beacon of light in a dark room. Her face glows with love, adoration, and happiness. I am truly blessed, God has given me the perfect woman as a wife. I walk over to her ladies group "Darling, I believe the service is about to begin, if we may take our seats?"

"I'll let you know once we've set the date. You'll be there right?" “I see.” Belle nodded. "Um… we'll see." She said noncommittally. “I have to go. See you.” Ellie waved and rushed off. Belle watched Ellie’s retreating back and balled her hands into tight fists. “There’s no way I’ll let you marry him Elyon. Over my dead body.” Belle vowed. "He’s mine.” ~~~~~~ Cesar walked down the steps of the plane to the waiting car hoping and praying that his coming to South Africa would be successful.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

she muttered. She still believes they can have their happy ending like those love stories. As much as she could fight for their love, she will fight. She loves Duke so much that she will do everything for him to love her back. An hour had passed until she felt her stomach grumbling; Aisha remembered that she hadn’t eaten since she woke up this morning, but she remembered Duke and his woman were still there.

The Mississippi sky was a deep, endless blue as the Cannibals’ charter bus wound through the pine forests outside Jackson. Alexandra Jordan pressed her forehead to the window, watching the familiar landscape blur past. She hadn’t been back to her home state in months, and now she was returning not for a reunion, but for a reckoning.

I lean forward, bile burning my throat. He’s smiling too wide, teeth stained and predatory. A walking oil slick in human skin. Talking about the children he’s “so honored to help.” Saying he “cares deeply about their fight.” Bullshit. He doesn’t care about anyone unless they’re underage or profitable. Preferably both. Then I see her. Belle. My world tilts. The air punches straight out of my lungs. She’s standing beside him, looking like she just swallowed glass, her expression carved from polished porcelain. Pale. Strained. Her smile glued on with every ounce of control she has left.

Best friends forever with a bond that will never be broken. Enjoy.. ******* Life had been good to Chloe. She was perfectly aware of being a cliché Southern Belle but felt this only accentuated her already irresistible qualities. Petite, with a cascade of golden hair that rippled like dawn on the Mississippi, tiny gravity-defying breasts, and a constant tan, she never wanted for dates or doting from her parents. Mama was proud that her daughter had inherited her own stunning beauty, and Daddy was sure his little angel would go on to be a strong and successful Southern lady.

I used my shifter hearing and it turns out the two of them were still bickering about me. “Natasha, no matter what tricks that woman is trying to use, I'll always get what I want,” sneered Belle. Of course it was Belle leading this whole thing, the woman is vile, I mean I've only ever heard stories but the stories that I have heard, none of them are good. The difference between Belle and Natasha was that Belle actually worked, well more like she profited off other people's work. Although Belle looked gentle and kind, her determination and ruthlessness were exceptional.

Glasses clattered and shattered all over the floor. Everyone and everything seemed to freeze at that moment. In just a short while, everything had descended into complete chaos. My gaze remained fixed on Jemima, and my lips curled up into a faint, amused smile. Upon giving it some thought, I thought her change in attitude was pretty obvious. She went from deliberately provoking me and trying to seduce Elijah at the beginning to looking all worried now. She was worried about whether she could still find herself a wealthy man in the future. Alas, someone still refused to believe that Jemima was nothing but a materialistic and selfish opportunist.