Novel & Cerita Belle Prince Adam

Their luggage sits in neat piles, eyes wide, whispering nervously among themselves. A tall boy steps forward, and suddenly the crowd hushes. He has the kind of presence that makes people straighten instinctively, like a predator walking into a room. Dark hair slicked back, sharp jaw, tailored blazer that somehow looks casual, and grey eyes that scan each of us with exact calculation. “Alright,” he says, voice low but carrying across the group. “Scholarship students, listen up. I’m Adrian Veyra, your dorm prefect for orientation. You follow my instructions, you don’t get lost, and you don’t embarrass yourself. Simple enough?”

Honestly, he was desperate for his hunch to be right, but he didn't want to get his hopes up too much just in case he was wrong. "What are you scowling at?" Ann asked curiously from beside him, putting her phone away and reaching for his hand. Adam took a deep breath before turning to face her and smiled. "Nothing for you to worry about, princess." Ann snorted, an ironic smile breaking out on her face as she looked at him deeply. "You can hardly call me princess now can you Adam? It looks like I am no longer heir to the throne." "You'll always be my princess, Ann. My Luna...my Queen." Adam murmured tenderly as he cupped her face with his hand and leaned down towards her.

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.”

"T-That's not true, your highness." Prince Rico nodded at me, then she looked at Lucy again, "And do you think I will believe you? You are lying to my son about your real identity, that only means you can never tell a truth. And besides, I don't think Belle could even threaten someone." "B-Belle?" "Yes, that's her name from now on inside this house since you stole her real name." Prince Rico said, "And she will be working here as Lucifer's personal maid." "W-What?! but your highness!--

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

“I’m not a whore and I don’t want to be killed by one of your angry mates for lying with you.” Alaric frowns at me, like he can see what I’m thinking before he moves across the carriage and grabs my face with both his hands. “We will have you in our beds because you are beautiful and smart. We are loyal to no one. None of us has chosen a mate. We never have, and you are not a whore for lying with us. You will be rewarded for your time with us, pleasured by our touch and treated as an equal,” he explains to me, but everything from when he said they don’t have mates seems like a blur.

a voice calls out from the crowd. Adam steps through the circle of onlookers. His face is tight, his palms flat out in front of him. He looks at the girl trapped in Betty's grip, then looks at me. "Let me explain it to her first," Adam says, dropping into a low crouch next to them. Betty does not loosen her fingers. Her arm is rigid like iron, keeping the girl's scalp taut. "Leylani," Adam says, his voice flat and deliberate. "Look at me. You kissed Prince Mitchell. But Betty has already claimed him. He has not marked her back yet. Do you understand what you just did? Do you know what this challenge means?"

He could have sworn she almost looked regretful… but then, her expression suddenly shifted as she turned her head away from him and regarded the woods, her face shifting, steeling into a look of cold anger. A voice resounded softly–an echo. “Living Lord, I am yours… I wear the helmet of salvation and hope... I carry the shield of faith and your word... I hold the sword of the spirit…” Adam paused, “Who –?” “Sir Brighton,” the Princess began, voice growing soft, her red eyes narrowed as they seemed to follow… something, “Do return to the palace at once.” He flinched, turning to face her. “But milady–!” Her eyes, ever bright and ever cruel–