Belle Da Costa Greene Mother Novels & Stories

We had spent half an hour on the road and I had already explained almost everything that happened when I was away; about the Moon goddess, Billy and his family, and Greenleaf. They were wowed by my experience and my mom was smiling ear to ear when she found out that I had healed Billy’s daughter and the love of his life. “Come here. I’m so proud of you,” She gushed as she pulled me in for a hug. “This makes me so happy.” She sniffled dryly and then planted a kiss on my head. “Maybe sometime, we could visit Greenleaf?” Jade said in a soft tone, and I chuckled. When I looked at my mom, I saw her facial expression change drastically after hearing what Jade said. “Greenleaf.” She tested the word

(Guys, from here inwards, Isabella will be called Bella. Enjoy!) Years ago Isabella Grey was 6 years old when her mother died. It was barely three months after her mother's death that her father brought home another wife. They even had a daughter who is a year older than Isabella. Her new mother was none other than her mother's best friend aunt May.

My mother flashes the biggest smile as Heather comes up on stage next to her. She looks beautiful. Her long blonde hair is curled into waves and her eyes are covered with platinum glitter making them shine even more. Her gown is a stunning and shimmering metallic gray piece that perfectly shows off all the curves of her body. A much bigger and much shinier pearl necklace sits on her neck and dangles on her wrist and I wonder if Colt had given them to her. My hands instinctively come up to my neck, touching it as I try to push a tear threatening to fall down my face.

Her finance was almost non-existent as she had used the little money she had to pay for rent and feeding. Helen was a very beautiful woman. She had a sculpted figure which was slender with a lean waist and a curvy voluptuous backside and a chocolate brown complexion. A pair of eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes and her delicate ears framed a button nose. She had a set of dazzling white teeth with brown gums and enticing luminous brown eyes and full lips which were to die for.

The water fell gently towards the crystal blue pool beneath it, causing ripples to form and wave out until they were no more. The bushes were trimmed into all sorts of animals and people littered the parts of the lawn that was not taken up by the fountain. The beach lay just beyond the backyard, grass forming into the sand, bushes, and hedges turning into sand dunes. The water sparkled and dolphins flipped from the water in the distance. Fang Wei Wei walked towards the extravagant mansion, down the little stone path to the black door. She stabbed the doorbell. Hearing a faint 'ding dong' she huffed, waiting for someone to come to the door. It was, moments later, opened by a middle-aged woman

I felt my fingers trembled a bit while holding my portfolio as my eyes locked on the older lady's cold eyes. She looked regal! Like an art straight out of a renaissance portrait! "Nina, this is our mother! Elizabeth Del Valle..." Regina gestured giddily to her mom whose face remained cold and stoic while scanning me sternly. Her eyes felt like lasers piercing through me. She's wearing a white corporate dress and big pearls were hanging expensively around her neck. Diamonds were sparkling on her chandelier earrings. The black and gold purse perching on the table also didn't escape my eyes. Wow! She just called me poor in forty-five languages!

Gonzalo started to think his dad did something to his mother when she suddenly arrived at the dining hall entrance, with her henchwoman pushing a golden food cart towards his father. "Have a nice dinner, husband." His mom said before sitting in her usual chair and smiling sweetly at Gonzalo. When the henchwoman removed the golden food covers, his father put the utensils down forcefully. "I told you not to test me. But you didn't listen. You're so cocky to think that I cower at your presence. Have you forgotten who I am, boy?" His mother purposely gave a mocking tone to word boy. "I am Greta Calvo-Sotelo, the heiress of the biggest and wealthiest mafia group in Spain. I can kill whoever I wan

Alex gently peeled his arm off Maya to wrap them around the woman. "Happy birthday, Mom." Alex kissed the side of her face making the woman giggle, her arms tightening around his back. Esther Grey looked every bit glamorous tonight, her usually straight bob-cut hair was curled into beautiful waves. The red ensemble she wore was a plunging neckline mermaid gown with a cape that pooled beautifully behind her. The jewellery adorning her ears, wrists, fingers and neck was almost too dazzling to look at. She was a goddess tonight and she shone radiantly.

he panted, "The Luna wants to speak with you immediately." I nodded, wondering what could have made my mother summon me with such urgency. I started walking towards the Packhouse, my mind racing with different possibilities. When I arrived, I saw my mother standing in the foyer with a scowl on her face. My mother, the Luna of our pack, was an intimidating figure. She stood tall and proud, her regal bearing commanding respect from all who saw her. Her hair was a deep shade of ebony, framing her angular face and falling in perfect waves down her back. Her eyes were sharp and piercing, a brilliant shade of emerald green that seemed to glow in the light.

Belle had just entered the hotel where the entire family was gathering to celebrate Carmeine's first birthday—the beloved daughter of Cassey and David—when she nearly collided with someone she knew all too well. "Belle..." the woman began before quickly correcting herself. "Oh, sorry. Dr. Belle DelValle." Belle immediately recognized the familiar face. "Miss Smith." A polite smile curved her lips as she turned to face Sylvia Smith, the former supermodel who still looked flawless despite retiring from the fashion industry years ago.