Belle Da Costa Greene Mother Novels & Stories

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Madam Ria, this is my future wife Green. Green, this is madam Ria, the caretaker of this orphanage." Green glared at Langit, she didn't mind Langit introduced her that way. While madam Ria smiled widely. "Nice to know you, Miss Green. You are very pretty, just like miss Keira, excuse me then, the water is boiling, I'll bring the noodles over here then." Madam Ria left Green and Langit before finishing her words, because she should to take care of the children from the orphanage who play the rain with Green a moment ago.

Grey's mother called out from a hidden alcove near the living room. Then, a beautiful tall woman emerged after Grey's mother called Nina. Her face was beautiful, with exotic brown skin and large, beautiful eyes. There was a slight resemblance between her and Keyara, which Grey noticed in her facial features. The woman named Nina then approached the sofa where Grey's mother beckoned.

“Because we’ve had practice. And palace maids. Want help?” “Yes, please.” A few rooms down, 16-year-old Aurora—Bella and Kael’s daughter—was nearly ready herself. She’d chosen an elegant soft green gown that shimmered slightly under the chandelier in her room. Her deep green eyes reflected calm maturity, but beneath that lay excitement. Her silver Lycan, still new, still thrilling, had already given her confidence she’d never known she lacked. She fastened a delicate silver bracelet around her wrist, then grabbed her wrap and headed out.

“ Ronan. I hope you are n’t trying to slide out of then like a snake before the toast. ” I turn to find my mama , Theresa “ Tess ” Nalila, standing a many bases down. She looks radiant in a deep sanguine gown, her eyes as cold and calculating as a downtime morning in the North Atlantic. She does not look like a woman who just ate a five- course mess; she looks like a woman who's ready to devour anyone who fails her. “ Just getting some air, Mother, ” I say, my voice steady despite the hammer in my head.

Knowing the truth would shatter whatever we have together. After a while, we got to aunt Maya's house. The place looked like a castle. Gwen's face lit up in excitement. Holding the hem of her dress, her eyes savoured the place in nostalgia. She took a deep breath of satisfaction. “It's just like I remember.” She said in smiles. Together we made our way in through the huge doors. I was happy she was happy, but I was still concerned about mad dog. Was he dead? Or perhaps did he run wild again? I had no idea what it was, but I can't let Gwen find out what my father did to her mother. At least not yet. I was not willing to let go of my new found joy. We were asked to wait for Gwen's aunt, she wa

A few minutes later, as Kay was trying to explain some things about their house to Car, the door swung open, and Kay's mother entered the room with an air of warmth and grace. Her presence was captivating, drawing everyone's attention. Kay's mother, Eleanor, was dressed in an elegant deep blue gown that flowed gracefully around her. The fabric shimmered under the ambient light, adorned with delicate embroidery that added a touch of sophistication. Her hair, streaked with silver, was expertly coiffed, showcasing her timeless beauty.

Nathan’s dryly telling me a story about Kiera wreaking havoc at school this week, and I’m laughing so hard I’m struggling not to spill my drink, when a stately woman in an evening gown sweeps up in front of me. “Nathan, you must introduce me to this enchanting creature,” she says. Her voice is carefully modulated like an old black and white movie star. She's tall and striking with Nathan’s coloring. She looks like she’s in her sixties, with silver streaking through her dark brown hair. Unlike Nathan’s dad, she has smile lines around her eyes. But there’s a sharpness in her gaze that makes me wary. “Of course,” Nathan says smoothly. “Mom, this is Nicole Craig. Nicole, this is my mother, Jacki

Mattheo's POV "Mom. What you did cannot be justified. You chased Belle away and hurt her? You're too harsh with a woman who is pregnant with your first grandchild." I cornered my mother, Ragen, on our third call of the night. Belle is still in her office, refusing to be touched by Veronica who wants to take her to the hospital. My nose smelled something wrong with this midnight incident. Following where the flow of events should have led my nose it all started with my mother.

"Madam Quigley, is that Mr. Page's girlfriend?" Yolanda's smile radiated with pride and joy for her daughter-in-law. "That is correct." Someone in the crowd lamented, "No wonder Grayson had taken a liking to her! Her beauty and charisma are beyond this world! Are you really sure she came from the countryside?" Yolanda nodded in response. "That's right. My dear Belle is a country girl." "Belle! Over here!" Yolanda subsequently gestured for Belle to come over. Hearing Yolanda's call, Belle turned to Grayson and said, "Let me head over and greet Mrs. Yolanda properly."

Sebastian nods slowly, chewing a bitter smile, “You are denied of what’s owed to you for too long, so I understand. But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take what’s yours. Just…” Sebastian shoots a glance at the center of the lobby with that sentence unfinished. People are gathering around because the head of the Green family – The Green Lady, AKA, Emma’s biological mother, Scar’s grandma – is now standing up with a beam on her face and a thin glass of champagne, ready for a speech. The man’s eyes turns determined, as if he made a huge decision: “Our deal is the movie, for no physical harm on Ava, right? I want to add one more thing to it.”