Belle Amour Novel Novels & Stories

Before Liam could speak, Amber had already regained her composure and asked in a soft voice. “Who is this?” Perhaps because her voice was too calm, Belle felt as if she had found some courage. She wiped her eyes, crying and saying, “Hello, Madam. I’m Liam’s girlfriend. Isn't Penny already married? How could she be Liam’s girlfriend? And she... she's even having an affair with Mr. Fergerson. Do cousins share a woman? It’s so dirty, so dirty… Boo-hoo…” Belle cried pitifully, feeling overwhelmingly humiliated.

For two passionate years, Bella Black's marriage was everything she dreamed of, a connection built on love, trust, and an undeniable chemistry that kept their flame burning bright. The first rays of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft golden glow across the tangled sheets. Bella stirred, her body instinctively seeking the warmth of her husband beside her. She turned slowly, her dark hair spilling across the pillow as she reached out, placing her hand gently on Marcus's chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Take advantage of Alex's departure this time, Aramis. Make sure all the work you handle can be successful. While the rest—" Bellona got off the bed. She walked towards the bathroom with a blanket wrapped around her to cover her naked body. "The rest, let me, your wife, take care of it. Don't forget that I am Bellona Winter, and all my desires will surely be mine." After saying that, Bellona continued to walk to the bathroom. Aramis was smiling to himself. "Oh, my dear Bella-Bella. You do love me." Not long after, Aramis rushed to the bathroom with his short legs. He intended to continue his second round of sex scenes. ***

She stayed still until he moved out of her way. He was going inside the bathroom when she called him,“ Rowan? " He just hummed, not moving an inch… Sapphire : how did I behave last night? She asked, playing with her fingers. ROWAN : like“ My BELAMOUR". With that, he went inside the bathroom, but not before asking her to take some rest… “My Belamour " this word is ringing in her mind and heart. Her body was numb. She was standing there like a statue until he came back from the washroom and settled down himself on his bed to sleep again.

Belle had never suggested anything of that sort before. “We don’t have to go that far. I’ll figure it out, don’t worry…” I imagined Amelia taking Ava to a club, getting her drunk and making her sway those alluring hips of hers in that skintight dress, for every man out there to see. I balled my hands into fists as the thought did something to me. “Oh,” Belle murmured, giving me a sly smile. She adjusted herself on my thighs, where she could feel the length of my sudden erection. She leaned forward to place her lips on mine. “I knew you couldn’t resist me like this.”

Belle groaned. She crouched to pick them up. Bastian knelt beside her, helping gather the scattered books. Belle’s face flushed with embarrassment. “You want to borrow one of my bags?” he offered. Belle shook her head fast. “No, it’s fine. I don’t want to bother you.” “Then how are you gonna carry all this?” “Well, I just—” “Wait here.” Bastian set down the books and walked out. Belle couldn’t help but glance at his back... and lower... until she realized she was staring. Her face burned red. God, why am I even looking there?

took it from her. She went after him and snatched it from him, putting it inside her bra. "I'm gonna sit here and watch you serve your punishment." He said throwing his head back for a laugh, "He can't save you now, can he? He is gone and now I can do whatever I want to you." "Watch me." Belle dared him, moving the strands of her red hair that stuck to her lip gloss. "Sure, I am watching. Call him all you want. By the time he gets here, I would have had my fill already." She staggered as she walked, trying her best to reach her kitchen, but he caught on to her so quick, tearing a piece off her dress. "I can't breathe..." She cried. "Please..stop choking me." She begged quietly, struggling t

Hunter asked Belle, ready to run into the tigers' territory right then and there and ask if they were trying to make a fool of him. “Uh… I think this is her.” Belle blinked, as shocked as he felt, as the modestly dressed girl approached the altar, allowing him to notice that she had a tiny bouquet of camellias in her hands, as well as having her face hidden by a semi-transparent veil that could not hid a lot of her facial features, especially not in front of eyes like Hunter's “I think… Maybe she wanted to make a good impression?” his cousin asked, looking as unconvinced of that possibility as he was.

Seeing her troubled expression, Belle understood Amelia’s dilemma; she hugged Amelia, “don’t be sad; I know you want to leave with me, but Amelia, I hope you will not disappoint my uncle as my mother did when she left her family, I don’t want you to follow in my mother’s footsteps; isn’t this why I don’t like Ellis? He is just like my father, selfish and coldhearted; no matter how much he says he loves me, his selfishness washed his love away, I can accept him as my husband, but I don’t want to see my children get the same life my mother left for me; I don’t want them to live like me, So if I don’t fight for my freedom right now, my children will pay for my cowardice.” Belle said.