Belle Rêve Novels & Stories

uctively. Belle stood in front of him, with her bare thighs, and posing in such a way as to show off her curves. "You should stick to your purpose for being here." She started, leaning in close to him, her lips almost touching his ears. "Because my anger is not good, Jack. It's very ugly. I'm sure you don't wanna know." Jack nodded, brushing her shoulders, "I'm not trying to make you angry. What are you talking about?" "Stay with me, Jack. You don't have to go to work today," Belle whispered in a sultry voice. "I want to spend some more time with you." Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed into her beautiful eyes. Her hair rested on his chest as she pressed her temple onto it. "I am sc

Ignoring the receptionist, Belle marched over to Astrid, and her expression quickly changed. "It's you!" Her gaze was sharp, as if she had caught a thief. Astrid coughed awkwardly and explained, "I came here to—" But Belle didn't let her finish. She snatched the basket from Astrid's hands and barked, "What's this?" She uncovered the basket, revealing several delicate desserts. "Oh, how considerate," Belle sneered, nodding sarcastically. "Bringing gifts to the company now? If I hadn't come, would you have secretly met up behind my back?"

I shouted as I snatched away the tie from my neck and threw it somewhere I didn't even know. "Delo! Let me make this for you," I heard Genevieve's voice. I turned back. "No! It's alright. I can handle it," I said. "Delo! You're bleeding. You're mad. You do that when...," her voice was interrupted. "When he is mad?" Belle's voice came in. She was all dressed up in sky blue gown, off shouldered. Her beauty bones were looking so pretty and her hair was done so prettily. Her make up wasn't extreme but it was just perfect for her.

If she were sensible, she’d be on her way home right now to try to get some sleep. But she’d always been sensible and look how far that had gotten her, she thought. She’d managed to hit rock bottom with no escape except to pack up everything she owned and cross the country to start all over again. “Okay,” she said at last. “You’ll take the dare?” Laëtitia said pleasantly surprised. “Yes. That is the point of the game, right?” “Of course.” “So then, what are the rules?” Jeanne asked still not believing that she was actually going through with this.

Bella grabbed her coffee and escaped to the backyard, her hands shaking so badly she had to set the mug down. Not yet. As if it was inevitable. As if they were all just waiting for the right moment to cross a line that should never be crossed. She paced the small patio, trying to sort through the tangle in her chest. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. And underneath it all, something she didn't want to name. Want. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Is this Bella Black? She frowned. Yes. Who is this?

Rain gasped. That had to be her, but she couldn’t believe it. Her hair was prettily braided and swept up from her face in a princess’s coronet. She hadn’t paid much attention when the shopkeeper had applied makeup, other than enjoying the attention and praying she wouldn’t look like a clown when she was done. Instead, the woman had used a light hand to highlight and conceal, achieving an exotic, ethereal effect. Rain touched her rouged lips, startled by the jewel effect of her silver and gold nails. The girl in that mirror was lovely, and this had to be a dream.

Bella asked turning towards her with huge grin. Jasmine smiled at her, no one can deny that Bella is incredibly beautiful. She has blonde curly hair and blue eyes. Milky white skin and sexy body with thick waist. She has little mole on her chin which makes her look tempting. "More than perfect..." Jasmine smiled. "Okay, i am leaving... He must be waiting for me." She said. "Bella take care and please come back soon... If he finds out then we are dead... And call me if something happens, okay?"

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.”

Belle couldn’t help but say out loud as soon she got into her room and sat on her bed, dwelling on Ronnie’s words to her. “What kind of hangout?” she asked. Would there be other people around or would it just be the two of them? she wondered but she knew she was absolutely ready for whatever it was that he has planned out for her. She laid in bed staring at the night lights emanating from the sky and through her window. The moonlight came from the window into her dark bedroom and she loved how beautifully lit her room looked. But Belle knew she certainly wasn't losing sleep over the beauty of nature alone. Instead, she was indeed consumed by thoughts and memories of Ronnie: his lips, the tas

But trailed after Belle. *********** " I hope you know your place," Belle said to Lexa, the moment they both got to Belle's room. They ambled in, and Lexa was stunned by how Belle's room looks like. The young Princess saw Lexa's surprised expression and smirked smugly. Belle's room screamed of luxury, with her pink bed that appeared comfy and was wide enough to accommodate three people. There were different paintings and decorations. In fact, there was a Floral decorations, and her room emitted a lovely pleasing fragrance.