Belle Of Maine Novels & Stories

MEANDRA “I’m not a small child,” Belle insisted, her voice firm as she took small steps towards us. Malachi scoffed, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. Malachi scoffed, his expression not wavering. He looked as though he hated her but he obviously couldn’t do anything. She wasn’t me. She was belle—Alejandro’s younger sister and if he tried to hurt her, his head would be cut off from his beck quicker than he could blink.

" Kent said, looking extremely worried to the wounded Belle. "I don't knooow." Maeje said as she witnessed Belle's current condition. "No! I can and I will." She then said. Maeje looked at the guard bees and ordered to bring her some materials to aid the wounded Belle for a moment. Maeje instructed the specific plants that can be seen throughout the marshland. "Stay strong, Belle." Maeje whispered. "Now go!" Maeje ordered the bees where the bees immediately flew and gathered the materials for her. Kent squatted on top of the earth wall, looking extremely tired. However, seeing her classmates all safe was an aid to her wounded heart. Tired and exhausted, she gave out a smile.

"Meet Rowan Melrose, our friendly neighborhood witch." My eyes snapped to Rowan. She offered me a soft, almost shy smile. "Hello. And you are?" Her voice was honey, soft enough to lull someone into surrendering their souls. If Marilyn Monroe had practiced witchcraft, this was her. I straightened. "Michelle Meyers. Nice to meet you." Her smile widened. "Beautiful name." "Thanks." Awkwardness crept up my spine. Small talk had never been my forte. William cleared his throat. "Alright, let's move. Nathan's got everything prepped and wants us there ASAP." He waved his phone at us.

It was time to go home. The penthouse was quiet when I stepped inside. Quiet, except for the sound of a movie playing softly in the living room. I found Bella curled up on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her lap, the glow of the TV reflecting off her face. She looked up when I walked in, her lips curling into that easy smile of hers. “You’re home early,” she teased. “By your standards, anyway.” I loosened my tie. “It’s not early.” “For you, it is.” She popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Want to join me? It’s a terrible movie, but terrible movies are the best.”

I could recognise her blonde hair from a mile away. Camilla had the most beautiful voice. It felt like a siren call drawing me deeper and deeper. I was stuck in a trance, the only thing I was aware of was her melodious voice. I couldn't explain it, but hearing her voice brought me a strange peace that I had never felt before. I felt all my worries, all my troubles leave me as her voice enveloped me. I didn't want to startle her so I didn't make my presence known. I just watched her quietly as I got closer. I mistakenly stepped on a branch causing her to stop singing immediately and look back in shock.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

The vast grounds of smooth, sleet snow seemed almost magical as the sunlight cast sparkles that made it seem as if diamonds were incrusted into the interior. I took a deep breath, letting the fresh, icy air fill my lungs and leave that small burn inside. The ambience of winter filled my senses, leaving me feeling refreshed, at peace. Peace that was pulled away as Copper yanked on the leash, pulling me out of my "zen" zone. "Ah, Copper!" I yelped, surprised by the sudden jerk of movement. "Wait!"

convinced Arnold. Belle thought of how fishy the authorities are. They could indeed be hiding something for all she know and she sees this as a good approach. Even if they are indeed not hiding anything, Belle could still find this as a chance to take a break as she hasn’t been to a party since her sister’s death. Of course without counting the party she went in hell! She nodded her head gently, her smile impressed Arnold who had been studying her expression. “Thank you very much for you invitation, Mr. Arnold.” She expressed.