Belle Morte Novels & Stories

A mirror image of her sharing the same sorrow she has. "You killed him!" Her doppelganger's shriek horrifies her. She was holding a dagger in her hand, standing a few feet from her. The tears of blood streaming down her eyes now staining her white dress. A contrast to her maroon dress. She gulped as she remained speechless that she could only do was hug Colfre's lifeless body. "You killed the man I love!" Morrigan shook her head. Muttering one word repeatedly: "No..." Her doppelganger slowly walks towards her with her blaming her for the death of Colfre. Every word her doppelganger throwing at her like a poisonous dagger piercing her chest repeatedly. Even more painful than death. "You kille

Her chest heaved up and down heavily and she was losing it. She couldn't bear to look him in the eyes anymore as her eyes shut on their own. Hamza dipped his face down and gave a gentle kiss on the hollow between her collarbone and the throat. "M..m...mujhe m..m...maar den...." (k...kill me.. me...) she was whispering in a low fading voice. She wants to die. This world was a cold place. She was tired. So tired. She wants to go back to her mom and ask her why she even birthed her in this wicked world. She didn't want to live.

Half of them are wearing black suits and the other half are wearing white attires. "Close your eyes," Death instructed. Emily closed her eyes. She felt a warm breeze of air around her. She heard a loud whooshing sound, followed by the sound of ominous ringing bells. "The cemetery bells, they call upon us now," Death whispered. The two of them are transported into a realm, outside the mortal bounds, where people and other beings are immortal, where ending doesn't exist. That place looks peaceful. It is just a white horizon that is filled with spiritual. Everyone wears white clothes except for the reapers of the souls.

Hoping that killed him, she turned her attention to the last hunter. The hunter looked at his fallen comrade, then at Belle he gave a shout. He advanced with a battle cry, cracking all of his broken bones in place. Oh shit that was not what I needed to know! Coming at her with more of the fast speed she was used to, Belle got on the ground and kicked with more force, breaking his back as she did it. The hunter got back up, walking at a angle indicating broken bones. Belle's eyes got wide. What the hell, is he some type of zombie. Coming at her with speed once more she heard another voice she hadn't heard in a while

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

questioned Bruce. Belle threw up some more blood and she laid herself gently on the ground. “Belle!” shouted Bruce. He ran to her. She frowned as to why she heard concern coming from his voice. But it couldn’t be for this man hated her. He humiliated her, tortured her, and destroyed her. There wouldn’t be a care coming from him. Looking at him, she slowly closed her eyes. “Belle…” said Bruce, in a panic voice. “So, this is how death feels like,” she thought. “It’s not as bad as she thought it would be. May the good angels from above grant me my wish.”

With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel. Then, as Daniel's mother, Marigold was to manage these on his behalf. Additionally, the high-value insurance policy I had once purchased for Florence listed Chester as the beneficiary. Since Chester had also passed away, the payout became part of his estate, split between Daniel and me. As winter approached, Marigold and I decided it was time for a fresh start in a new city. We used the insurance money to buy a beautiful villa in a city with a mild, springlike climate year-round and a sleek Cayenne.

Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

Bella stared around with a smile on her face " This place kind of looks nice" I agreed with her " I never knew we are coming here " " I didn't know either. I was surprised too when he stopped at the all" Bella said but then we all turned to Martha who cower away. " you knew we were coming to this place why didn't you inform us about it" " Because I know Allyson might not want to tag along If you find out it was Ace's hall you won't want to come " she explained herself " but it doesn't matter actually "

A male voice suddenly announced, a startled cry escaping her lips as her widened gaze turned to look at the decaying face of an old minister, right before the male holding her so tight slowly leaned closer and closer, their lips touching into a slow and burning kiss, his mouth so fervently ravishing her own as all she could do was stand there, trapped within his arms until he finally pulled back and allowed her to breathe as he longingly gazed at her with a broad smile displayed all over his scarily painted features. But before she could even realize what was happening she suddenly felt his hands giving her a powerful shove, finding herself landing into a wooden box that held her immobile as