Belle Amour Novel Novels & Stories

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. {}

"I didn't know, sweetheart, I couldn’t see it." But she didn't answer him. Belle stood still and silent and her tender and sweet smile had the effect of a thousand needless stuck in his heart. The same smile he had seen a few hours earlier, when, full of tenderness and sweetness, she gave herself to him. That perfect body that he held in his arms and that now was hurt and was laying under this sheet, had been his. Isabelle's lips had desired his lips like no one before her, she had wrapped her arms around him and dragged him into a sea of ​​pure and endless passion. Isabelle had given him everything he always expected from a woman, even more. And he had betrayed her...

In a quick movement, Layke’s long arm shot out and grabbed the end of her towel, pulling it away from her body. “Bastard.” Layke’s eyes caressed her perfect little body and took in all her flawless skin. His mouth watered when he caught sight of her pretty, bald p***y. “Mine.” “I don’t think so, Charming.” Suddenly, Layke dashed across the room and grabbed her arm, but again Belle managed to twist out his hold as she backed away up against a wall. “You won’t be running when I shove my cock inside you.” Belle smirked. “You’d have to catch me first.”

Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes. She knew what that story was about. It was about a god, the god of love falling in love with a beautiful mortal. Her brows furrowed a little. Curiously staring up between his eyes. She grabbed the book nonetheless. "W-why are you doing this?" She found herself quietly uttering. "What do you even want from me?" She watched him express the hint of a smile, a set of dimples making their appearance into his cheeks. "I am merely curious," She stupidly stared up at him, blinking.

He whispered in her ear, “It’s more sensual.” Amy laid her head on his shoulder and put her arm on his thigh. Samuel enclosed her body in his embrace and kissed her hair. “Samuel?” “Hm?” “If you can choose, which do you prefer? Baby boy or girl?” “I want both, my sweet.” “If you can only choose one?” “I will try to get both.” They laughed together because of Samuel’s stubbornness. Amy sighed contently. “I’m sleepy.” “Then sleep now. I’ll wake you when we arrive in Paris.”

She felt him pulse hot, and deep inside. He held her there with chest on her back, breathing hard. After a long minutes he pulled out slowly and she felt empty and aching. He turned her around and kissed her roughly, claiming her with his tongue deep into hers. When he pulled back he looked at her like she was something precious and dangerous at the same time. "You're mine now..." he whispered against her lips. "And the Rossi family will pay for ever thinking they could have you." Bella's trembling fingers traced the fresh bite mark on her neck and she hated how safe she suddenly felt in the arms of the devil who had just ruined her.

I drew a breath, tried to smile and my lips only trembled. Just then, high heels clicked in the corridor short, sharp even on the stone floor. The door opened again, letting in a sweet, cloying perfume and a chill, cutting voice: "Oh… I heard our honored guest was injured." Dane swept in. Soft brown curls like waves, a white fur-trimmed coat draped over narrow shoulders. Her smile was gentle; her gaze was a needle. "I heard there was an intruder and someone got hurt. Such a pity it turned out to be Miss Majori," Dane said, lips curving. "And I hear she was quite the hero, she knocking out Brian's spy all by herself?"

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.

His fur was soft under candlelight, and the way he watched her made her feel alive in ways she'd never expected. That evening, as the fire crackled in the hearth, Belle selected a particularly intriguing volume from the shelves a romance novel she'd discovered hidden among the classics. The cover was embossed with golden letters, promising tales of passion and desire. She turned to the Beast, who was lounging in a massive chair nearby, his broad shoulders relaxed but his gaze sharp. "You built this for me," she said, her voice soft and teasing, a smile playing on her lips. "So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts."

“I couldn’t even figure what demon she was trying to call. Usually there should be a witchcraft signature, the smell of the demon, or maybe an item that belong only to that demon but her sister had none.” Belle nodded, “I only have this.” She placed the letter which she had gotten from her grandmother and the book which was her sister’s diary. Lady Edith first examined the book, looking as confused as how Belle was when she had first read the letter and the book. “This feels more of a… love letter,” Edith noted at the letter she read and the diary. “Did she has anyone she fancy dearly.” “Mr. Dante, her fiance. But today we found out he had…”