Belle Amour Novel Novels & Stories

"Forget about him? Can't you see what she brought home after he took her shopping? You want her to forget him? Really? Look at all of these Brie." "Yeah, I know they are mouthwatering but this is risky on every level...." "But I just want to have fun with him, it's not for the money." Belle reassured her cousin sister. Truly, she didn't care about his money, she could get use to the luxury associated with him but she could also do without it. All she wanted was him; his dick actually. She wanted that man who knew the right places to touch her to get her wet between her legs, that was what she wanted.

~ The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return. ~ //Chapter Twenty-two\\ Noel's POV "Beast!" I exclaimed. "Belle!" Aaron also exclaims and then we start to walk to each other, dramatically ofcourse. "Belle? You came back?"

Jacqueline’s POV Allison and I had been sprawled on her couch for hours, pretending to care about the romantic book review playing on TV. The set was drenched in soft gold lighting, all pastel backdrops and floating petals in the corners of the screen. A poised host with hair so perfectly coiffed it looked like a helmet was dramatically reading out a passage about “the moment two souls recognized each other in the quiet of chaos,” while her co-host nodded with exaggerated solemnity, as if they’d both just witnessed a miracle.

She relented after about a half hour, finally giving way to my concern. Despite Scottie’s stares and the looks from Lady Emily, the rest of the day was uneventful. Belle gave me a beautiful black book, inlaid with a silver triple moon. I didn’t understand why I was being given so many things. I took the book back to my little room, closed the door and opened it. There was a handwritten note inside the cover. Our Dearest Little Love,

The cottage was quiet. For the first time in what felt like forever, Elena wasn't running. Not from the estate. Not from Francesco. Not from the necklace. Not even from grief. Rain tapped softly against the windows while a small fire crackled in the hearth. Across from her, Roberto's mother sat calmly in a wooden chair. A book rested on her lap. Ancient. Worn. Its pages filled with symbols Elena couldn't understand. "You are forcing it." Elena frowned.

"You don't want to kiss me on New Year's eve? He had a hurt look on his face, but I needed to start off this year by being honest with him and myself. "I am sorry, Damien, but I can't kiss you because..." "Because you are in love with Aaron," Damien said dismissively. Shit, am I that obvious? "That's not..." "Don't deny it, Bella. Your eyes had been glued to him since we've arrived. You've been acting short and snappy because you saw that girl all over him," Damien hissed near my ears. His face was slightly red from a mixture of alcohol and anger. "I am not blind. You always talked about him when we were together. Also, you wouldn't let me touch you or do anything else to you besides kissing

Rowena asked, her curiosity evident in her voice. At that, Andrei quickly turned to Belle, and her heart skipped a beat at the look he gave her. “Go on, Belle. Head inside the room and get some rest,” he said gently. She couldn’t even respond. She simply nodded, slowly turning away and walking to the room, still clutching the storybook she’d been holding since earlier. As soon as she stepped inside the room, she sat down, feeling her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She had to admit—this feeling was new. In her whole life, she had never felt her heart beat this fast. And it only seemed to happen when Andrei looked at her… or when he was near.

The sight hit him like a physical blow, desire surging hot and urgent. It had never occurred to him that Belle could be like this—so bold, so unrestrained. She was usually so shy, so easily flustered by his dirty talk. But this Belle was different. “Belle,” he breathed out, voice rough. “What are you doing?” “Masturbating, ahhn...” she panted between soft, lewd moans, not even opening her eyes. ****😳😳****

But the jewel of the set and what caught his eye; were my black lace garter belt and straps that are holding up my stockings. “God, I think you are trying to kill me, Angel.” I chuckle and lightly step out of the dress that has pooled at my feet. I am also still wearing my stilettos so as I pull away from him a little, he sees everything, and I can see his control slipping. “Angel, this is a dangerous game you are playing with me right now, I do hope that you are not planning on running as I will catch you.” I bite my lip and try to resist grinning at his words. My body is already reacting to him and my desire for him has woken me up, so I am no longer tired.

He is your priority, your passion and your everything. This is the kind of love that every girl or woman wants. That deep and selfless love. Be it a working woman or your normal day girl--at some point in your life, you do dream of that selfless love. And my dream came to life in form of Akshay. Our relationship started with abhor and it turned to amour. My Akshay- My Amour. {}