A Southern Belle Novels & Stories

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.

I chuckle as she pulls me to my feet towards the door. We make our way back to join everyone. “Why, Blanche Devereaux, aren’t you the finest thing I have ever seen?” Kelli says as she approaches me. I grin and hug her. “Thanks for coming.” “Dressing up like a Southern belle? I wouldn’t miss it. Plus, the hubby and I will have fun with a little number tonight.” She winks. “I am sure he will,” I laugh. “Enough talking. Let’s do drinks.” Gia comes running up to me with a glass.

I know how much this means to him so yes… I will be your willing sacrifice, friend! As he went down the stairs and entered the ballroom area and sees the two stressed-out lady bosses frostily orders everyone around, he can’t help but rethink what he’s doing. Willing sacrifice, my ass! What the hell am I saying? "Uhhhh Señora Belle? Can I have a word with you?" The senior beauty turns around gracefully and focuses on Nate who has now paused at the sophistication The Belle was showing despite the stressful tasks she is now overseeing. Even the way she turned around, she seemed like she was underwater. Her gauzy, silky layered dress made her look like there was a wind machine aimed at her even

Alex thought. Kent smiled, "Well, you're actually right. Then who might be the rightful owner of this power? Do we know?" Everybody stopped talking and looked at the one person who indulged herself in sewing clothes in the past world with her little sewing machine, Belle. Belle looked at everyone, "Wait, me?!" she exclaimed. "I think we all settled our votes on one person, Belle. Would you mind?" Kent said, smiling. "Well." Belle sounded hesitant and awkward. The he took a deep breath and accepted the opportunity she was given. "I'd be happy to." Belle said.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

Nathan quietly shut the door behind him. Without a word, Sarang lifted the crumbled paper in his hand and read aloud. “It is without a doubt that this season’s finest bachelor is an enigma from the household of the Grand Duke of Eldoria, Prince Nathaniel Blackwell. A young alpha whose presence has ignited a grand stir in the ton and fervent passion in the hearts of hopeful youths. But why now, and more intriguingly, for whom? Whispers travel that this mysterious gentleman seeks one thing–a diamond. A princess, no less. Should yours truly believe his diamond is none other than the First Princess of Eldoria? Will we witness a match between the most dazzling pair of the season, or is this merel

“Everything is a big deal.” —— Shanon offered her a ride home. Benita didn’t argue. By the time they reached the Bellington Estate, the sun had returned, casting a perfect shine over the wrought-iron gates. Just as she opened the car door to say goodbye, the front door swung open. Belle stepped out, dressed in pearls and passive-aggression. “Oh, what a surprise,” she said sweetly. “Shanon! You must join us for breakfast.” Benita blinked at her mother, mouth opening to protest—but Shanon, ever the gentleman, nodded. “If it’s no trouble.”

"Bella Black? Oh my god, it is you!" Bella turned to find Jennifer Morrison, a woman she knew vaguely from the gym she used to attend before the accident. Before everything changed. "Jennifer, hi." Bella manufactured a smile. "I haven't seen you in forever! How are you? How's that gorgeous husband of yours?" Jennifer's eyes were bright with the kind of curiosity that edged toward gossip. "He's... we're managing." Bella kept her voice neutral. "I heard about the accident. So terrible. But I saw on F******k that his friends moved in to

Belle went out to meet her friend Sharyana. They meet at the Golden Phoenix Restaurant. Belle saw Sharyana sitting beside the window. "Sharyana" "Belle" They hugged each other tightly after two years both of their appearance change. Sharyana became more beautiful. Even Belle. "Belle, let's sit first" "Ok" "Belle, what really happened to you when you were at South Ville, I couldn't reach your phone"