Belle Of Maine Novels & Stories

The entryway was littered with shoes as if many people had walked through the path. And that wasn't the most shocking part. What stunned me most was the continuous dinging of text message notifications on my phone: "Dear Mr. Winston Shand, your savings account ending in 7824 at the Construction Bank has a remaining balance of 0.78 dollars." "Dear Mr. Winston Shand, your savings account ending in 9876 at the Industrial and Commercial Bank has a remaining balance of 0.08 dollars."

Curiosity gets the better of me and I ask Belle what's the point of them learning The Tango . Belle stops walking and turns around to see what I was speaking about. She smiles and begins to explain. " Well in a couple of weeks, there will be a ball." Im still confused and Belle seems to notice my confusion. She giggles and continues on. " Someone sent an anonymous email to Boss about a ball of an upcoming mafia, since it was anonymous the computer geeks had to find out where it came from. But it came out clean, no surprises, no threats. But Boss doesn't feel comfortable so he asked us to learn various dances so that we could go undercover, since only a limited amount of people are allowed to

“Here I thought it would be difficult to convince you to go sailing with me. Will that count as part of your thank you?” She reached up and pulled his head down for a kiss. There was nothing chaste about it. He took over and seemed to get serious enjoyment from it, then reluctantly raised his head. “Mm. Hold that thought, honey. I promise we’ll get back to it on the boat. Ready?” The boat turned out to be a thirty-five foot sailboat with blue and gold sails. Rain gaped when she saw it. “Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?”

"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.

"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!"

Days passed and Thursday arrived. Belle’s going to meet Vernice at Eden. She was nervous initially, but after she told Tristan about it the last time they met, he assured her that he'd be there too and that dissipated her worries. When the clock strikes 6 in the evening, Belle starts preparing. Since it was just a casual meet-up, she decided to dress casually as well. After taking a shower, she dried her hair and applied a thin layer of face powder on her face. Then she grabbed a red cardigan, black jeans, and a red slip-on. She just tied her hair in a high ponytail and set off.