Belle Character Traits Novels & Stories

Mai leaned over to whisper in Maria's ear. "No, it's definitely not you," Maria calmly whispered back to her when a third girl began to speak. "Crown Prince, Maria has always been an unintelligent and pushy girl. She lacks manners and should be avoided." This time downgrading Maria in public with her sharp words was Belle Autumn, the Beauty of Fall; the tone of her voice was not too harsh or soft. Belle was the type of girl who always appeared mature beyond her own age, holding herself as better than everybody else.

“That was.. I don’t know what that was, but it wasn’t real. Probably just the adrenaline from the last few days and the heat of the moment. Trust me, we’re like fire and ice, we couldn’t be any more different if we tried.” Immi whipped her head around, eyeing her best friend cautiously. “So you don’t find him attractive?” Belle scoffed. “No!” Not believing Belle in the slightest, Immi locked Belle with a challenging gaze as they stared at one another for a few drawn out moments. When Immi perked her brow, Belle let out a sudden groan. “Fine, he’s attractive! But he’s also stubborn, and antagonising, and infuriating, and did you know he’s a planner? He has to plan everything to the last detai

Belle could not believe her friend, her friend had a high IQ but low EQ. Milana brought her phone out to text him, she had thought waiting for his text or call was best but it seems Belle is right, she should ask him if everything was okay, especially since she felt something was off from the massage that he had received. Belle sighed, her friend was intelligent in other things except in things concerning romance. Well it was not her fought since she was yet to have experience in that area. Who would think a 24 years old beautiful and smart girl like her was still a virgin.

“Tell me, do you not find me attractive at all?” Belle thought to herself that this man is of course dashing in every way. He is by far one of the most handsome she have ever seen in her life. He is attractive. Deviously desirable in everyway, but he is a devil. And as a devil he have evil intetion. She does not dare mess around with him. Thus, she didn’t say anything to him. “Fine," said Bruce, stroking her chin. "If you won't answer me, how about I tell you what I think about you."

Belle went on, "so we had our own residence. It was nice, not flashy, just quiet. I wasn't allowed to go to meetings or anything significant, but I still saw things. I sneaked in my dad's office every day. I opened drawers I shouldn't have touched, borrowed keys I wasn't allowed to handle. Juan's father would visit a lot too, so I'd sneak around his car, listen to the guards. Arya smiled a little. "So you've always been like that?" "Pretty much," Belle said with a grin. "I was a tomboy when I was a kid. Always wanted to fight like the men, always wanting to be trained, sneaking out to where the guards did drills and trying to mirror them. Got caught a few times, but they let me stick around

"Hey, Mila, can I ask you something about Beauty and the Beast?" Her eyes, still shiny with unshed tears, lit up a little. "Yes," she replied, her voice small. "If Belle were a flower herself, which one do you think she would be?" Mila seemed to consider this, her small brow furrowing in concentration. After a few silent moments, she finally announced, "I think Belle would be a rose!" "A rose?" I asked, intrigued by her choice. "Why a rose?" "Because roses are pretty and brave! They have thorns to protect themselves, just like Belle is pretty and brave, and she protects the Beast!"

Even she could see that Weston was irritated by her noisiness. Yet she still tastelessly tried to please him. The girl thought of herself as a bit high-minded. She thought she was fundamentally different from a woman like Belle since she did not sell her body but only her skills. This was why they could still see a hint of arrogance and nobility in her eyes, even with a mask on. Weston lit a cigarette and said nonchalantly to Belle, “You can go now.” Belle was taken aback. “Mr. Ford, have I done something that upset you…”

What a bold girl, I thought. As days passed by, I learned to love Bella. She wasn't just an ordinary girl. Well, of course, she's a psychopath. But unlike Niana, she listens to every word I say. Even if she doesn't respond to me, I know her ears are with me. And every time she's being rude to me, it just makes me fall for her over and over again. She's lovely and intelligent. She has a strong sense of instinct and is brave. Bella is a girl who will never let anyone get in her way.

As she stood before it, she studied her reflection, her expression a mix of critical self-evaluation and resignation. Bella had inherited her mother's striking beauty, and her features were the embodiment of classic elegance. Her porcelain complexion was flawlessly smooth, untouched by the blemishes that often plagued teenagers. High cheekbones framed her face, and her lips were full and naturally tinted with a rosy hue. She ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair, which cascaded down her back in a cascade of soft waves. It was her one physical attribute that she took pride in, a shining mane that often garnered compliments from those who met her.