Belle Adams Novels & Stories

she wore a simple black trouser and singlet ,her hair were parked in a ponytail tail . " good afternoon alpha " she greeted and I nodded with out responding . " have you heard anything from our spies " I ask starring keenly at her waiting for her to respond. " the human girl working at the Adams mansion just sent feedback that Victor Adams is back and he's hell bent on protecting a human pregnant girl by name Hope "she said " what human pregnant girl "I ask confused " according to her ,she claims David is expecting a baby soon and so far it is said that the baby is some kinda wonder baby or something " she said .

“I’m sure you’re aware of what’s happening tonight.” “No,” I lied, keeping my expression neutral. “Well, Emily… My daughter…” She emphasized the words, maybe trying to let me know I was a nobody in this house or to her. “…is getting married. To who……you may ask.” I didn’t ask. I just stared at her silently, my hands clenched at my sides. “You should know him. ALEXANDER KING COSTELLO.” She said it proudly while smirking, as if she had achieved her whole life’s dream. And maybe she had.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I promise. "As if he didn’t know how bitch Melissa was way back in college and Ethan also knew that woman likes him big time." I took the papers we needed for the meeting, because Belle is the one I can be with now because she is my partner in one of our businesses. If you look at Belle she doesn't seem to care about the world but she is also a successful businesswoman.

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

As opposed to her expected experience, everything was going well. Way too good if you'd ask her. It only brought even more reservations on her end as she was waiting for something, anything to go wrong so that she could prove she was right. That it was all a sham to exploit and mock her. The doors flew open once again, welcoming the presence of Mrs. Adams and a blonde woman. Before anyone could speak or introduce her, the woman was five steps ahead. " Hi, I'm Betsy, your designer for the day! You must be Emma." The woman said to no one in particular, causing a fit of giggles from the others.

You are a despicable woman. At that moment Belle appeared in the kitchen door holding a glass of water. Her eyes were already amazed by my verbal confrontation with Sarah. - Where do you think you’re going with that? - I… - Oh no, you don’t. With one slap she threw the glass form Belle’s hands and broke it on the floor. Belle froze on the spot with her eyes gazing at a crazy Sarah. Nevertheless, she was not intimidated. - What is wrong with you? Rita is right, you don’t know this Adam as she does. Even me I know him and what he is capable of if Rita suffers anything bad.

I felt fear. Real Fear. “Do you think your performance is worth your freedom?”he asked. I nodded,not quite whether it would be wiser to deny it. “Oh,poor kitty,…” The room door opened with a slight bang. “Babyyyy!!!!”a curvy lady,with a shrinking blonde hair screamed,rushing in for a hug from Adam. Adams reaction changed a he put on a closed lip smile. “Why didn't you call?” “Nothing”her eyes moved from my feet up to my face like she was inspecting me with curiosity.

"This is our first date." "What?!" Evelyn's POV I haven't been picking Adams's call since the night we saw Belle at the restaurant. I feel dejected that my daughter doesn't understand me and is not ready to support me. I only gave Adams a chance but I am ready to let go already. I want to prove a point to Belle.

“Sure, but I’m sure you know the real reason I’m here.” “Of course. Your wife…” Mr. Adams shuffled through a stack of papers until he found what he was looking for—Bella’s schedule, which had been prepared the previous day. “Bella Page’s enrollment into our academy was no issue at all. We are excited to nourish any talent she may have and bring out the best in her.”