A Southern Belle Novels & Stories

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Belle's POV I watched her smile trickle to the floor. Her smile could light up an entire room- A lighthouse in human form. She looked like a goddess. The diamonds on her neck screamed of immense wealth and luxury she was accustomed and born into, her wedding dress made of the best pearls man could find which accentuated her hourglass figure. Her skin tone shone brightly oiled. The crown on her head, her light make up seemed expertly done.

“Her name is Arabella Anderson, but we usually call her Belle and Ashlee Alonzo.” “Hello!” Gaby smiled and greeted the two. The two ladies were checking out her face. They’re checking out her neck, breast, waist, and feet. She was feeling a bit uneasy. Belle has this beautiful long, ash-brown, wavy hair like Sasha. She also has a high-bridge nose, narrow lips, and huge breasts. Her hips are pear-shaped, too. She’s got some long legs! Gaby thinks the lady is 5’8”, just like her. Wow, she’s got some hot curves!

"You already know I think you're gorgeous, B. No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me." Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Belle smiled and rolled her eyes. "I'm not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party." I shrugged. "Your funeral." Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Belle held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I'd put her into a corset. "Sure I can't convince you to dress as Tarzan for me?" she asked one last time, having failed on the previous three requests.

“Chief, you've always asked where I sneak away all the time when everyone is busy in their jobs? You have wondered if I was within the borders or was testing the dangerous tides outside the Ambaram. Today, I am willing to answer all such questions. This is Belle. She comes from a small, borderline village of Baden. We’ve known each other for a long time now and are hopelessly in love. I was aware from the beginning that it was forbidden and against the rules set by you. But this heart, it is naïve and doesn’t understand those boundaries which were drawn to keep the strangers out. Chief, Belle is an orphan and was living with her uncle after the death of her parents. That cruel man and his fa

He took deep breaths and he turned to June before flashing her a reassuring smile, he was going to take care of this pest right now and they would return to their painting. Belle ignored whatever it was that Jordan was doing and she walked closer to the bed to see her own daughter, in as much as she hated the fact that her little girl looked more like his director ather, those eyes. Those damn Hashim eyes that had been passed down from generations of Hashim girls up to her and now June, It was special gift that grandma Hadiza passed on to all f them. Belle wondered what her conservative grandmother would think of her now if she heard she abandoned a sick child and her husband for her career.

After the meeting ended, Izzabelle, Lizzabelle, Maybelle, Larrabelle, Arrabelle and Florrabelle was left among the others due to the request of their superior himself. The six Belles whom proven to be excellent at their positions were naturally a product came from the SA state continent. That explains why they were chosen to remained seated and waited for their further instructions.

The toxic chemicals Davey was in the practice of using could easily blow up if it came into contact with an explosive. “Just so long as we’re all on the same page,” she said, gazing through the windshield as they flew through an intersection and began heading into the rural and winding roads of Bellevue. Layla leaned forward, draping her arms around the driver’s and passenger’s seat, as she spoke up over the wind. “That was one hell of a dress you were wearing.” Alarmed, Mira glanced at her, but holding Layla’s gaze was too rattling. “Dress?” asked Carter.

"Why handsome? We can have some fun, you know. You look stressed honey. I can ease it, trust me. You'll enjoy every bit of it. Just give me a chance." Vincent raised his brow, leaning to her face. She was wearing a tight skirt which was almost showing her ass and an off-shoulder silk top. She looked like a plastic model with her not-so pleasant make-up. It made her look ugly. She traced her fingers on his tattooed neck as soon as he leaned towards her. "oh really?" Vincent squeezed her waist to which she let out a seductive moan which was annoying him as he didn't like her voice.

“She’s a rare beauty, Douglas. How kind of you to think of us.” “Look at her skin, it’s so smooth. It must be nice to bounce against her.” “Tsk, her panties are so wet. Young women nowadays are too open. I bet she can’t wait for us to pleasure her.” They were slowly closing in on me. My body turned red from their warmth. “No… Don’t…” They were grabbing me everywhere. I shivered as pleasure washed all over me.

Belle I was set to leave. My hair was tied into a ponytail, with half of it clipped to the side. I wore black pearl earrings. An off-shoulder short black dress with glitter hugged my body. The deep red lipstick I applied screamed bold and beautiful. My face was fully made up. Even though I knew I shouldn’t care, James had to see what he was about to miss out on. Wilders Corporation was having a charity gala today. A lot had been going on. I didn’t notice it until I received the email reminder this morning at the office.