Novel & Cerita Belle Fan Art

-ARABELLA- My eyes fluttered open and were immediately drawn to a tall, gangly man, his hair as red as a raging inferno. “Who are you?”, I managed to ask, my voice sounding hoarse and dry. His ocean blue eyes fell on me and a small smile pulled at the side of his lips, “It’s good to see you awake, Miss. The healer was unsure if his remedy would bring you out of your slumber.”

" Said Anne while smiling at Eleanor and looking toward Miel excitedly. "We can not miss, what if the emperor get furious about it..." Miel though was reluctant about this, so Eleanor replied with a bright smile on her face "Don't worry, he will never say anything since I am the one who want that. So feel free to call me Lea. okay?!" "Okay..." Miel answered with a shy expression on her face. "Well, back to our suject so Lea are you saying you never dated any man with that face of your?! you know even our shy Miel dated a guy." Said Anne while smiling misheviously.

The position was mortifying, but it allowed him to enter way deeper than he previously could. "God, Max… It's so deep… I can't anymore…" "You'll be fine, Sophie. You're a horny little one, remember?" As Max spoke, he placed me by the windows. Beyond the sheer white curtains, I could see silhouettes of students moving back and forth outside. My senses had been turned up all at once. "We're gonna be seen… M-Max…" My large breasts were pinned against the glass. Max told me to hold onto the railing while he let out a teasing chuckle. "I thought you loved being seen, Sophie. Let everyone see the campus belle in her unkept state. What do you say?"

When I opened it, it was unmistakably Elijah's face! My mind went blank for a moment. The cold wind slipped in through the slightly open window, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. My trembling fingers zoomed in on the photo. The table was filled with seasonal fruits and seafood, and in the center sat a ten-inch cake. The icing on it was especially glaring to look at. It read, "Welcome back, my favorite student!" Tears slipped down without me realizing and splashed onto the back of my hand. I knew that place well. It was Hannah's desk in her office. On the right side of the photo, you could even see her hand making a cheerful peace sign.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

I gasp and hesitate on the threshold, not sure if I should follow her inside of not. The large four poster bed is full of carvings from the headboard to the footboard. It’s painted white to help lighten the room, as is the rest of the furniture. I see the faces of forest animals in the wood, as well as the artwork that hangs over the large fireplace where a fire blazes and across the other walls. The light blue wallpaper has a feminine pattern in cream. In the center of the ceiling hangs another crystal chandelier, but this one is far more feminine than others I’ve seen throughout the castle.

“Every second without you felt like punishment.” Bastian tossed her shirt onto the floor. Under the dim light, Belle looked like a piece of art, so painfully beautiful against the darkness of Bastian’s apartment. Bastian’s eyes roamed hungrily over every inch of her skin. “You’re so beautiful,” Bastian murmured. Bastian sat back slightly, revealing the sparrow tattoo that immediately caught Belle’s attention. She touched his skin with fascination. “Sparrow,” Belle whispered. “It’s you. No matter where I go, I know you’re always with me.”

I dig deep and find the courage and say, "Good one, Faith. Though, I have to ask if you've ever even seen Beauty and The Beast?" Faith lifts her bushy brow and nods, her smirk slightly turning into a frown. "Hmm, interesting," I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. "See, Belle doesn't really wear makeup. In fact, I don't think she wears any at all. So, with that being said, I don't see how you truly look like Belle. You've caked on so much makeup, that if your beast here were to hit you in the face with a pillow, your face would imprint the sheet." I bring my hand over my mouth and am in shock at how my mouth got away from me. It's like my lips couldn't stop moving, rambling on and

Belle explained. Everyone wore a puzzled look. “Is it possible for an AI to wear makeup,” “That's absurd, I haven't seen such” “I doubt if it's possible,” “What are you saying, that's stupid,” Maya said, and Belle chortled. “Mrs Sinclair looked like an AI, she's beautiful but she will be extraordinarily beautiful if I add some touch of make up on her face making her a living barbie doll,” Belle pointed out, and everyone nodded in agreement. “I don't know what your project is all about but I was just citing and explaining some things,” Belle added.

Brena and I immediately picked up our belongings and followed Belle. Brena and I both seemed surprised at Belle's attitude. Because Belle is one of Alex's fangirls who is dead with her, and now she's suddenly going to yell at Alex? “From now on, you are also my friend, okay? The three of us will not fall victim to that playboy. ” Belle said as we exited the classroom. Because Belle was in the middle, she painted Brena and me. Belle looked at Brena. “I know you'll never fall victim to that Alex, so congrats!”