Belle Character Traits Novels & Stories

She nudged my shoulders with a smirk. I burst out laughing. "'Can you please stop, Belle?' Belle was a childhood friend of mine before I met Scarlet and we've been best friends for what seems like an eternity. She has red hair, a pointed nose, a white complexion, black eyes, and pink lips, and she is slim and attractive. To be honest, I'm envious of her at times, although she's only five feet tall and the way she dresses makes her look so cute. We were in our final year in middle school and will graduate soon.

"You don't get to do that. I know you think I'm gross so don't pretend I'm attractive to get your own way. "That's not what I'm doing," Belle said, but it was a lie. There was no point lying to him. He was too smart to fall for it. "I mean. Yes, I am in a way, but I don't think you're gross at all." "Hmm?" Damien raised his eyebrows. "You're... young for me. I normally go for older guys. But you are good looking," Belle explained as honestly as she could. "And you're interesting. And smart. I should have given you a chance. I'm sorry, Damien."

I clenched my jaw and pushed the DNA results back into the drawers and turned to leave when my eyes caught the pictures of Belle. My beautiful Belle, my fingers roam her face gently and I smile. Despite everything, I'm proud that she's the woman I knew she would be. Vengeful, impulsive, and reckless every so often. I won't lie, I did not expect her to beat my expectations of her and reach this level, but I can't say I'm not proud of it. Her father-my brother—was a pussy. He didn't care about anything, and he took the girl I wanted too.

explained Belle , impressing Arnold while the rest of the men looked unhappy. “Thank you for your knowledge, Lady Belle ,” Arnold broke the tension with his words and he offered her a kind smile, “Do you might know whether Lady Rachel had been threatened or if there is anyone who have a very bad relationship with her?” Belle took her time to think before she shook her head, “My sister was a very kind person, sir. I am sure everyone will say the same as I do, I have never seen anyone hating her or if there was a fight but we can’t see a person’s true nature just by our eyes.”

Is this apartment so special? Gaston’s heart filled with love as Belle gazed at him solemnly her big blue eyes watching him carefully as if she knew his answer before he said it, ‘Nothing is more important than you little Belle, I will protect you with my life always’ They moved into a pretty house near the castle a week later and for the next few years, Belle grew up surrounded by love and happiness wanting for nothing. She was an extraordinarily beautiful little girl with hair like the flames of a fire and eyes of emerald green, she was bright and clever excelling at school with lots of friends. Everyone was drawn to the little redhead she was a natural leader, warm and friendly always re

She replies with a tight lipped smile and Asher smirks. "Hmm, tell me about some good quality of yours," "Uh, I'm usually straightforward. I love taking challenges. I'm loyal and trustworthy. My communication skills are great so you can count on that." "Your academic grades are good," Asher looks at her and passes the glass of water, "Quench your thirst." "Thanks," Bella says taking a sip of the water. How did he know that she was thirsty? "Now tell me about some negative traits of yours." "I can get uncomposed and messy sometimes. I have trust issues. And that's all I can't think of anything else right now to be honest."

It didn’t matter to her. She knew she was beautiful because she would always look at her reflection in the mirror every morning and would love and admire herself and how effortlessly beautiful she always looked. And so she never let some hating ass girls who obviously wished they could be as beautiful as she was, tell her otherwise. Belle was so beautiful, she hated the attention she always got from boys. She hated it not because she didn’t like them but because they mostly came off as too thirsty and annoying. “They are all always so dumb. They never know how to come at you correctly,” she would always say to her two best friends.

“ Archer said. “ Castle?" “ You're wounded. You need treatment. " Archer said. " How old are you? “ Bellamy asked. “ Why do you need her age?" Sebastian whispered. “ Because our special brother seems to be smitten by her beauty. " She whispered back. “ Nineteen. " She said and Bellamy smiled inwardly. “ You're very beautiful. “ “ Thank you. " Bellamy smiled widely. “ Can you walk?" Archer asked. " I don't think so. “