A Southern Belle Novels & Stories

The position was mortifying, but it allowed him to enter way deeper than he previously could. "God, Max… It's so deep… I can't anymore…" "You'll be fine, Sophie. You're a horny little one, remember?" As Max spoke, he placed me by the windows. Beyond the sheer white curtains, I could see silhouettes of students moving back and forth outside. My senses had been turned up all at once. "We're gonna be seen… M-Max…" My large breasts were pinned against the glass. Max told me to hold onto the railing while he let out a teasing chuckle. "I thought you loved being seen, Sophie. Let everyone see the campus belle in her unkept state. What do you say?"

It was a room for show, and today’s show was a farce. Makil stood near the fireplace, a cold cup of untouched wine in his hand, watching as the four entered. They were a study in pastels and perfumed anticipation. First was Adelaide of House Bellamy, from the fertile southern plains. Blonde curls artfully arranged, eyes wide and blue as a summer sky. She smiled instantly, a practiced, sweet curve of the lips. She curtsied so low the ribbons on her gown brushed the polished floor. “Your Highness,” she breathed, her voice like honey.

I shook my head and leaned forward slightly, "who gave you to them, Jade?" She looked at me and took a long breath in as I watched her shoulders move with it and I watched the confidence that had been sitting in her voice quietly drain out of it like water leaving a glass and when she spoke again her voice was smaller, more careful, like the name she was about to say had a weight that she had been carrying for a long time and setting it down in front of me was costing her something. "Vivienne Belmont," she said. The name hit me like something physical.

“What I mean is, one day you’ll continue your father’s legacy. You understand me, don’t you, Belle?” “It’ll be boring. Just me stuck among adults, like being in a totally different universe.” “I think they’re bringing their kids too, Belle. Who knows—you might meet some new friends.” Belle didn’t want to argue. She got up from the bed and grabbed the towel draped over her chair. “Eve’s enough of a friend for me.” Mrs. Watson chuckled and nodded. Belle headed for the bathroom while her mother went downstairs. Thirty minutes later, Belle came down wearing a casual knee-length dress. White, with tiny purple and soft blue flowers. It was modest enough, she thought. She tied her hair into a low p

Christian's POV I watched Belle's face as I showed to her the picture of one of the women. There was no expression there. She just sat and stared. Narrowing down the many list I had to just two had not been an easy task. Louisa had been very helpful cancelling the ones that lived afar and narrowing it down to ten for me. Belle looked at the picture and after a while, shook her head absentmindedly. "She's not." She replied. There was actually something in her voice that said otherwise.

What was I missing? "Hello faux Belle"

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

Tristan and Jacob would butt in now and then, but most of the time, they were just listening. Based on their conversation, Tristan and Jacob learned that, just like Vernice, Belle is an only daughter. She was living with both her parents in Dale but she left them when she moved to Bree. It was her childhood friend, Nathalie, who helped her find an apartment she could rent after she was hired at De Clarion Empire. “So you’ve never been to Bree ever?” Jacob asked.

I shook my head, laughing as we drove out of the city. She sighed dramatically. “Okay, if I don’t say this now, I’ll be called Bella for the rest of my life. My name is Tessa.” “Tessa,” I repeated, letting it linger a bit longer than necessary. “Pretty name.” “Thank you,” she said. “But please, for the love of God, stop calling me Bella.” I nodded, looking thoughtful. “Can’t promise that.” She blinked. “What?” “You’ll always be my Bella,” I murmured, half to myself, but she definitely heard it.