Belle Rêve Novels & Stories

I blinked a few times and muttered lamely, "Uh... Do ALL the girls have had these kinds of fantasies about me?" "Well, you, Keanu, and Brat Pitt." I thought about that. "Fair enough." "You gonna say you haven't had the exact same kinds of fantasies about all of us?" I was about to nod, but caught myself and winced. "Well..." Belle noticed and frowned. "I know. Everyone but me, right?" Shaking her head as she pulled her hand out of her shorts, she turned and slipped off the bed. "You're gorgeous, B," I said apologetically. "I just-"

“Did you hear? Belle came from nothing. She worked odd jobs, lived in a tiny apartment… some say she researched Draven for months, planned that night five years ago, knew exactly how to trap him.” Then, anonymous emails began circulating among business partners and social elites. Attached were scanned documents, an old rental agreements showing Belle’s former addresses, employment records from the clubs and bars she worked at, even a copy of a journal page that read: Rich men are easy to fool. If I play it right, I can get everything I ever wanted.

He took deep breaths and he turned to June before flashing her a reassuring smile, he was going to take care of this pest right now and they would return to their painting. Belle ignored whatever it was that Jordan was doing and she walked closer to the bed to see her own daughter, in as much as she hated the fact that her little girl looked more like his director ather, those eyes. Those damn Hashim eyes that had been passed down from generations of Hashim girls up to her and now June, It was special gift that grandma Hadiza passed on to all f them. Belle wondered what her conservative grandmother would think of her now if she heard she abandoned a sick child and her husband for her career.

The woman tilted her head and asked, "Are you interested in Belle? Or are you interested in me? Or do you think we're two sides of the same coin?" Grayson's gaze hardened as he responded firmly, "You and Belle are obviously two different people." Despite their identical appearances, Grayson recognized the distinct aura surrounding each of them. Belle radiated warmth and happiness—a sweetness that permeated the air. This woman, however, exuded unease, a chilling fear that sent shivers down Grayson's spine.

He didn’t have time to dwell on the thought, though, as a clapping sound shook him out of his thoughts once more. “Alright! Shall we get going?” Belle’s cute voice echoed in the air, causing Rey to unconsciously smile. ‘Gahh! She’s got me!’ It was said that any man who heard Belle's charming voice couldn’t help but smile. This was a special kind of skill that Belle always had, even when they were on Earth. And now, it seemed like a part of her. ‘She also has the A-Tier Skill [Grand Charm], so there’s that…’

" Belle's eyes wavered as she looked at him. Bernard couldn't quite put his finger on what was in her gaze. Was it sadness? Do you feel bad? Or maybe it was only a brief moment of doubt. "I can give you peace," he said as he moved closer to her. "We can leave everything behind—Alistair, the empire, and everything else. You and I, starting over, with no falsehoods between us. Belle swallowed hard. There was a temptation, but it wasn't strong enough. She shook her head and said, "I can't." "You're giving me a dream, Bernard." But it's not the one I desire. The words hurt. Bernard's heart hurt, but he couldn't give up now. Not after all that.

The next morning came to Onerea. Belle woke up in a place she didn't remember, hugged by another lady that it took her a few minutes to recognize as Raquel. She seemed to be happily dreaming, with a big smile on her face and softly mumbling something. Belle removed her arm and slowly tried to get out of bed, forgetting that she was near the edge of it. Belle's attempt to turn her body and take it from under Raq's arm ended up in her falling to the floor.

~050 Ghost Protocol The waves rocked gently beneath the hull of the speedboat as the team drifted toward the marina on the French Riviera. Dawn streaked the sky with soft pinks and oranges, casting gold over the water's ripples. Smoke from Château Alvaine still curled in the distance, a pillar marking the fall of one empire. Bella sat wrapped in a thick coat, her eyes closed, one hand resting on her belly. Every movement of her daughter felt like a tiny rebellion against everything they had just witnessed.

I try hard to disguise my laugh with a snort but still catch a look from my mother that tells me plainly that while she has no way of knowing what exactly Bella just said that drew that reaction from me, she can take an accurate guess at the nature of our whispering. Yet there's only amused happiness on her face when she does it, before she turns to the table at large and offers her own thankfulness – that includes for a cask of 1996 Château lléoville Barton Saint-Julien Bordeaux that she brought with her from last summer's visit to France. Carlisle offers a rather dry line about things going well in the hospital, and Nate, trying to be gallant

he said hesitantly. Belle only realized the trail of water that slipped from the corners of her eyes which she quickly wiped away, “Yeah, I am alright. It was only a nightmare.” Belle didn’t know what she had dreamed about which had caused tears to escape from her eyes and wondered which was more fearsome. The reality of Rachel’s death or her nightmare. “Where’s mother?” Belle asked once she had pushed herself from the bed. “Grandmother came, she went out to greet her.” Damian informed.