Belle Amour Novel Novels & Stories

Upon seeing the caller I sat up quickly. "Beau!" "Is everything alright mi amore?" He asked in that sexy Spanish accent. "Yes! Yes it is! Why... How are you?" "Did you get the flowers and the necklace? Did you like them?" The red roses came from him, not Nate. Why would he write a note claiming it's from him? "Yes I did. I'm sorry I have been quiet." "I'm excited to see the collection on the runway. Two weeks left, right?" "Yes. Such a short time." And Nicko's drama is distracting me from finishing my collection. "Will you be there? Don't you have a big gallery open it in Zurich?"

Above The Devil, she places The Lovers. "The Lovers. You hope for true love. I'm sure he will find you, drawn to you like the rest of us." She smiles, glancing at the empty space between them. Anna's demeanor changes, her smile slowly wanes. She leans over the table, her dark eyes locking with Sera's, looking for understanding. "This next card indicates the inevitable outcome of your question." Anna pauses, internally collecting herself before releasing another breath, she flips the last and final card. Sera vaguely hears a gasp and Anna's voice whispering, "Death."

, she asked her. " I called because I have bad news and good news." She said while her voice sounded crack. Lucy panic. "Don't tell me, they escape again?", she asked Eloisa. "Nope. Bad news, we can't go because... the good news is I'm four months pregnant!", she said and Lucy scolded Eloisa for making her nervous and excited because another baby is coming because she's one month pregnant too. *** Note: Revenge is not the answer to heal a broken heart. Love still prevail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~

Belle came rushing down the hallway with her arms wide open and dashed right at her. Aurora stood up laughing. She wanted to open her arms and waited for Belle to throw herself into her arms. Yet she suddenly remembered something very important— Her child. She was pregnant now. So she slightly tilted her body, with one hand protecting her belly, she used the other hand to hug Belle, “How are you doing?” “I am good!” Belle grinned, “Just a bit exhausted.” “Our tutors are drowning us with homework,” Wells said. Aurora smiled. Yet from a peripheral look, she suddenly noticed that Clemente was staring at her—more precisely, at her hand on the belly.

The burning desire to claim me while fighting to hold himself back. Kyle's lips brushed against mine like a feather. There was no battle for dominance, no strong will to overpower the other, the fire wasn't there to consume me. To make me burn for more, it was gentle. Too gentle and gods… it wasn't enough. What the hell are you doing, Belle? They are brothers! I turned my face, breaking the kiss without uttering a word and he gave me an apologetic smile. “I shouldn't have—” “Thanks for the ride!” I ran into my apartment before he could finish his words, only to meet with Kara's wide grin.

with a heart at the end seemed simple enough. I easily drifted off to sleep...... First, I heard the howling and I was deep in the forest, I looked down I was barefoot but the twigs and bottom of the forest didn’t seem to hurt. I was wearing the gown I tried on early today with my hair flowing in the breeze. I walked forward making my way through the trees following the howling. It was the dead of night and the moon glowed lighting my path until I came to an opening and realized I was at the waterfall where Rogan and I have spent so much time. At first, I thought it was just the light coming from the moon but then I saw two beautiful women on either side of the water both with their hands o

BELLA Whoever said romance and disaster never mix had never really experienced both on the same day. One time I was with Adonis, wrapped in his scent. The next, I was in a hellhole, being tortured. “You do realise he’ll kill you, right?” I spat as the others walked out, leaving the scarred man, the one who’d cut the straps of my dress, to keep an eye on me. He brought the stool in front of my chair and sat with one leg over the other. Tilting his head, he scoffed, “He won’t kill me and he will give into my bargain.”

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

she said and frowned. "Hurt goes alongside love. It hurts so much." she lowered her voice as she thought of Steve. He was her first love but he threw that away. "If that love you talk about is happiness, then I can never feel that love. I hate happiness." Rielle stopped and faced him. She stared at him for a while before she talked. "Although, when I was coming up with my story, I wrote that your hate, anger and hostility was due to jealousy. It was due to wickedness. I wanted you to be hated and all." she exhaled. "Now, I can't help but feel sorry for you. All your life have being filled with nothing but hate and sadness. Even when you were just an innocent infant."

Every midnight we push further, fucking filthier, teetering closer to discovery. One afternoon I duck into the silent library, desperate for a moment away from the endless ache between my legs. My hand brushes a cracked leather diary hidden behind ancient books. I pull it free, my pulse racing. The pages are yellowed, but the words sear into me: a sister from centuries ago, spilling every sinful detail of her priest lover, how they met in this exact garden, how he pinned her against the wall and fucked her raw under the moon, how she came screaming around his bare cock night after night until a shadow at the window saw everything. Punishment. Shame. Exile. I read it crouched in the stacks, t