Belle Fan Art Novels & Stories

I had to find a way to break this curse immediately! ‘Eira Yard… Sophie Clark…’ A thought surged through my mind. Eira used to be short and chubby in high school, yet she had turned into a goddess. Meanwhile, the original class belle, Sophie, had turned short and chubby. How could there be so many coincidences in this world?

“ ... FLASHBACK. As her usual morning routine was, Bellamy took her canvas outside and began painting. She wanted to express on her feelings of the early morning sun on paper but she found herself drawing something else. It was a huge unicorn with a magical whirlpool in front of it. “ It's ugly." Eight years old Bellamy cried. “ What's wrong, darling?" Queen Minerva asked. “ My painting. It's ugly. " She cried harder. Queen Minerva looked at the painting and shook her head. “ It's not ugly dear. It's beautiful in its own way. Not every thing in this world has to be as perfect as you are. " “ I'm not perfect. " Bellamy frowned. “ I'm sorry but you are perfect in my years. My little baby girl

“It’s not cute enough.” Hearing this, the artist forced a smile, even though her patience was already running thin. “What kind of look would you like, princess?” she asked gently. Then as if thinking of something, Bella lifted her chin and with a proud look, she said, “I want a cute and defined makeup. I want to look like a little princess at the show.” The artist nodded her head slowly and responded with a sigh. “Alright”. Even though she was tired, she picked up a wipe and gently started removing the makeup.

Her hand unconsciously wandered to Valentina’s face and she gasped feeling the burning flesh. “Arnold, what happen to her?” She asked in concern and looks at the girl’s face for the first time. Belle was indeed pretty with unique features and different posture from the women of the tribe. Arnold clenched his jaw and eyes the shivering female in his arms. She needs to take the medicine before she starts to hurl her bloody guts right here.

My mouth snapped shut against my will. He looked back at Belle. She lowered her sketchbook slowly, her wide green eyes filled with fear. "Hi," Jordan said, his voice surprisingly soft. Rough, but soft. "Hi," Belle whispered. "I like your drawing," he said, pointing to the messy charcoal lines. "Is that a wolf?" Belle nodded. "It’s a daddy wolf. He’s looking for his pack." Jordan flinched. The pain that crossed his face was raw and naked. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Bella looks in the mirror and sighs, her reflection mimicking the action. The girl staring back at her looks like a stranger. Bella curled her hair, pulling back the top of her hair into a loose knot at the back of her head, creating a casual half-updo. With a light layer of makeup, her reflection looks pretty but unhappy.

The series quickly became a trending topic, with fans exploding with comments on Zane and Cheryl's social media. "Cheryl is the perfect Belle!" "Such a gem of a girl!" "Can't wait to see Belle torment Gavin! Make them cry!" "Cheryl is truly the epitome of beauty, kindness, and talent in this new generation!" While Cheryl's comments were all praises, Zane's were more quirky. Fan 1: "Jesus, Zane, why are you so handsome?!" Zane replied: "Born this way." Fan 2: "Belle doesn't want you! How about me? I'm sweet and sassy, and we have no bad blood!"

With an inflated sense of her attractiveness, she put on airs, never uttered a truth, loved freebies, and then flaunted these small gains on social media as if they were grand gestures of friendship, earning her the nickname "Drama Queen." "Yeah, your 'insights' could win 'The Brain!'" Bella retorted, heading back to her desk. Fiona followed, rummaging through her bag to pull out several DVDs. Bella glanced at them, unimpressed by the animation quality, "The art isn't very aesthetic." "Ultraman and Transformers have aesthetic art?" Fiona accused her of double standards. Bella shrugged, asking, "Is there a plot? I'd like to see Snow White." Fiona snatched the DVDs back, "And you deny having p

I think I may be hooked already! “Bailey, do you mind if I steal your sister away for the day? I think I would like to take my mate out on a date and spoil her?” I said, looking toward Bailey, and I could not wait to spend some time with the girl the moon goddess had made me wait so long for, because looking at her, I could already see she had been worth the wait…

"What's she doing?" "She's looking for Beast. She wants to give him a thank you kiss." Someone made kiss smacking noises and Beast reached out and swatted the back of their head. When the two women returned to the elevators everyone cleared out except Christopher. He sat down and flipped cameras until he located Ashleigh and her friend. She looked good, healthy, pretty. He was satisfied that she was all right. But he still didn't turn away from the camera.