Belle Character Traits Novels & Stories

I made that old rag to lie about Eva being Naomi, not because I wanted to hurt my babygirl, but I don't want her to accept Vincent and give him everything which belongs to me. Eva is different.She's not like other girls.The thing which makes me more obsessed with her is her undescribable personality.She's usually gentle, sweet and pretty naive, which makes her susceptible to the harsh dangers of the world.If any other girl would have been in her place of what she had gone through,she definitely would have killed herself but she didn't.She's still coping up with every thing beyond my expectation.What makes me to desire of her? want to claim her as mine was not her extreme innnocence or her re

“…mais parmi toutes ses filles, la plus jeune était la plus belle et la plus douce. Tout le monde l’appelait Belle.” I paused at the name. Belle. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved my lips. “The youngest daughter is the most beautiful and kind,” I translated softly. “So everyone calls her Belle.” William chuckled. “That seems rather convenient.” I quirked a brow. “Stories often are,” I said lightly, hiding the sudden thrum of warmth his attention sparked within me. “What do you think of it?” William asked. I glanced up in mild surprise. “You wish for my opinion?” He gave a small shrug. “I think its a beautiful gift from her brother. One that she is surely to cherish and maybe pass on

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** MONTH'S LATER *** AMBER *** "You're doing great Bella. But you lack poise and confidence. I want you to walk like a peacock with pride. flaunt that beautiful feathers for everyone to admire. when they see you, all they should think of is Grace" My catwalk instructor Ann told me. "so don't hold back on anything" she adds I slightly nod my head with a smile as I recalled events earlier before today.

“The best way to get your first impression of Belle Vue is on foot. Let’s go.” Angela tramped forward, with the three of them following in her wake. They marched up the drive to the curved apex where the trees gave way to a carpet of green and the main building came fully into view. Alex took his first look at Belle Vue Manor and came to a sudden halt. Though he’d seen the pictures in the sales office, he wasn’t prepared for such a powerful impact. Its past gave it a terrible beauty, stunning yet repugnant at the same time. The Victorian mansion possessed a sense of grandeur and order as though paying architectural homage to the Queen: rigidly regal, but with an undertone of displeasure at b

Not what you would expect for a Beta. I know a Beta is meant to be strong and dominating, much in the same way as an Alpha, but, they are also meant to be approachable and decent. Kind and caring. Friendly and hard-working. Much like my Dad. I was unsure if my brother held all those traits, but that was a different story. Hopefully he would improve as he got older, or that is what I kept telling myself, despite the fact he had already attended his Beta training. But, this Beta here seemed to lack most of these skills too, or that was my first opinion of him.

Abigail continued, staring daggers at Rendy. Rendy continued to look between Abigail and Claire, clearly flustered. Bella could only manage a nervous smile, trying to nudge Abigail to stop talking as she noticed Claire's growing irritation. However, Abigail ignored Bella's warning and pressed on. "If you're planning to find a partner, just get to know Aunty Bella. She's still single. Plus, she's a really nice person, and just look at her—she's so beautiful!" Abigail was promoting Bella, causing her to smile awkwardly.

“She’s a rare beauty, Douglas. How kind of you to think of us.” “Look at her skin, it’s so smooth. It must be nice to bounce against her.” “Tsk, her panties are so wet. Young women nowadays are too open. I bet she can’t wait for us to pleasure her.” They were slowly closing in on me. My body turned red from their warmth. “No… Don’t…” They were grabbing me everywhere. I shivered as pleasure washed all over me.

Bella opened the door and felt something flutter in her chest that she immediately tried to suppress. He was exactly as she remembered, tall and powerfully built, with dark skin that seemed to glow with health, close-cropped hair, and a smile that could light up a room. But there was something different about seeing him now, in her doorway, about to become part of her daily life.

My name was Elsie Rivers, and I was a freshman in the dance department at an arts academy. I looked like I was born to dance, with curves in all the right places, a slim waist, and especially long legs that drew eyes wherever I went. Walking down the street, I could easily make any man hard if the breeze just lifted my skirt ever so slightly. Because of that, people called me the kind of campus beauty that only came around once a century. Yet behind my glamorous appearance, there was something no one knew. I couldn't even manage the most basic split—not because I wasn't flexible enough, but rather because I was acutely sensitive.

"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.