Belle Amour Novel Novels & Stories

With each of her movements, Vincent's gaze turned darker than before as he was thinking about all the ways to fuck her. He was already done removing his clothes off his body and was waiting for her egarly. His hard muscles on display looking like a hot meal. His veiny hands and bulky forearms were just a turn for Eva as she watched her deadly handsome husband with a model-like figure. Actually, no, it would be a shame to call him a model because, in her eyes, he was a Greek god. Once she was done removing all her clothes, her eyes met Vincent's, making things all over hot again. Without thinking twice, she climbed into his lap, placing her trembling lips on his. He groaned as her soft kiss w

Author’s POV Amber sighed, torn between wanting to be left alone with her thoughts and a tiny spark of curiosity about whatever Bella was offering. She ambled back into the room, dragging her feet, and saw Bella holding out a hardcover novel like it was some kind of miracle cure. From where she stood, Amber couldn’t even read the title, just a glossy cover with swirling gold lettering and two shadowy figures locked in what looked like an intense embrace.

I leaned down and kissed her lips passionately by grasping her hair. I moved closer to her from behind. I trailed a bunch of wet kisses from her nape down to her legs. “I don’t know what God was thinking while creating you? Every inch of you is beautiful.” Suddenly it thundered outside and Nandini flinched. “I’m here. Don’t be afraid.” “I know.” I pulled down my jeans along with the boxer. I saw my junior was rock hard, it couldn’t wait going inside her. Nandini was staring at me with wide eyes.

“I’m only going to ask you one more time, Amelia. Why did you lie to Belle?” “Sir, that girl is a social climber. Yes, she was lucky enough for the Bridge Group to like her design, but that’s all it is. She is trying to seduce you, sir, so that she can get ahead.” “Watch your mouth, Amelia.” I barked. “Stop talking trash about Belle. You can keep your venomous thoughts to yourself, and I better not hear them from anyone else. Belle is a bright star, and the company is lucky to have her.”

"Look! I didn't even have to do anything. The library in the mansion was dark, and the firelight flickered across the racks of leather-bound books. Belle sat at the big wood table with a glass of wine that she hadn't touched. She looked like a queen. Her green eyes squinted when the door cracked open. Gabrielle came in, her shoulders shaking and a huge folder in her hands. Her dark hair hung loose about her pale face. She appeared weak, but the way she set her jaw showed that she was determined. She muttered, "Belle," her voice scratchy. "I need to tell you everything." Belle put the glass down and spoke in a cold but curious voice. "Then say something. "Secrets rot in silence."

Belle could feel the dread creeping in with every step he took away from her. 'No, this cannot be happening... It was over… I survived.’' "No." Belle shook her head. "No, Damien, Nooooooooo!" *********** End ************ Afterword: Ok - this ending might not be what some of you expected, but I really hope you liked the story - I am begining to upload the chapters of my next book - 'Damien' It is based on the character I created in this book but with a few different twists. Please leave a review and let me know what you think! - Much love, Anrose. xxx

she admitted, and Janice's eyes widened. "Girl, you're missing out on a lot in your life! Sir Valentino's face looks like it was sculpted by a god! I mean, I'm not sure how to explain it, but the first time I saw him, I thought my world had stopped!" Lucille recalls the face of the man she had kissed that night. She doubted that anyone in this city could be more attractive than him, so she didn't bother to contradict Janice's words. Besides, the definition of beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She knows that not they will not share the same tastes and preferences in this regard.

When he finished, he read it again, this time concentrating on every word. He slumped back in his chair, wondering how many of those boastful words he could believe. Her tale of the time she’d spent in Belle Vue Manor. De Montalt must have lost his mind. What a monstrous ego to think he could reveal the club’s innermost secrets with no consequence. Had the Grady bint really cut René and Henri’s throats as they slept, then set fire to Belle Vue? He’d always believed their book had perished in the flames, but now he wasn’t so sure. She said she’d taken it and would use its lessons to cheat the gallows.

I whispered. “Yes.” He leaned casually against the nearby shelf, watching me with that quiet, intent gaze that made my chest tighten. “I thought it might help her practice her French. She’s determined to improve lately.” “That she is,” I replied, my fingers grazing the smooth leather as I opened the book. The scent of ink and parchment rose faintly, familiar and comforting. As I read aloud, the French words rolled off my tongue, flowing naturally from memory. “…mais parmi toutes ses filles, la plus jeune était la plus belle et la plus douce. Tout le monde l’appelait Belle.”

She saw Bella as a threat, someone who had found a place in this house, a place that Ember felt was hers by right. Xavier glanced at the book in Bella’s hands, noticing the worn cover and yellowed pages. It looked like something she had grabbed in a hurry, perhaps from his study. “Is that good?” he asked, gesturing to the book. Bella nodded, her fingers brushing the edges of the pages as if they held more than just words. “It’s beautiful,” she said softly. “It’s about love, loss, and hope. The couple finds each other during the war, but tragedy follows them everywhere. It’s bittersweet.”