Belle Fan Art Novels & Stories

day. "Gabe, you're here! Thought you left already, workaholic! Go grab some coffee from the beverage station and come meet us at the dining area, I'll get you some breakfast," I greeted everyone as I walked towards the area Arianna directed me to. Not exactly what I am used to, but this change of scenery and warm atmosphere feels good. No wonder Arianna always looks forward to coming back here. She loves taking the bus down here, and no matter how hard we try to convince her to take one of our cars and get one of our drivers to drive her, she refuses. She says she enjoys the bus trips, and it's just part of escaping our crazy world. Yes! Says the princess who indulges in the finer things ou

I place it in the oven with some garlic baguettes and set the timer. Leading her to the counter to sit while we wait, I gently lift her arm to inspect the artwork on it. I am impressed, she has a red dragon design that wraps it’s whole body fully around her arm. The level of detail in this image is exquisite and almost makes it seem as though the creature could leap off her skin and become alive. I lift the sleeve of her t-shirt to be able to see all of it and the head of the animal rests on her shoulder. “This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?”

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

*If only I could get the chance to see his face closer and not through the sanctuary of my room or far across the ballroom. Emily is so lucky, he thought, the words echoing with a quiet ache. His sister would be down there right now, shining under the lights, sitting across from the man everyone feared and desired. Alexander King Costello. The Ice King. The one whose name alone could shift the balance of power in any room. Aiden had only caught glimpses before, enough to know the rumors didn’t do him justice. Those deep blue eyes, the slicked back hair with those rebellious strands, the presence that made the air feel thicker.