Belle Rêve Novels & Stories

"Oh, he paid Belle to seduce the man and take him to bed.” "Was Belle a pale-skinned woman with curly hair?” Gia described the striking features of the woman she’d just seen in bed with Raven. "Yes. How do you know that?" Aria asked, astonished.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” That familiar tune from Sleeping Beauty was on repeat as m

"I know you orchestrated all that just to piss me off. To get my attention, you’re willing to embarrass yourself. Why are you pretending like you don't want my attention now?" The knife he was holding accidentally grazed my arm. Fresh blood soaked the silk sheets. I was sweating from the pain. But the pain in my heart was a thousand times worse. Cade didn’t even bat an eye. His gaze was almost merciless. "My mother was right. Women like you who climb up from the bottom are never respectable! Why bother hiring someone to put on a show? If you dare, just divorce me for real! Your sister is a thousand times better than you!"

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

He left, and I sat down in the styling chair as a beautiful woman approached with a friendly smile. “So,” she said playfully, “I didn’t know you and Mr Knight were…” she winked. I chuckled and shook my head. “No. It’s nothing like that.” She relaxed. “Good. Hi, I’m Belle. I work as a makeup artist, hair stylist, and product tester for Sheill Beauty.” The name hit me like ice water. Belle. My smile stiffened. “I’m Lena,” I replied carefully. “I work at Harrington Company. I’m just friends with Mr Knight.”

Bella was fascinated by the opulence and elegance of the car, her excitement growing with each passing moment. As the limo navigated through the streets of Marrakesh, Bella was captivated by the sights and sounds, taking in the vibrant colors and bustling energy of the city. Reid watched her with a sense of contentment, pleased to see her delight in this new experience. Finally, they arrived at their destination – a private villa tucked away in the heart of Marrakesh. The villa stood as a testament to Moroccan beauty, its architecture adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that danced under the golden sun.

Belle’s eyes narrow even more, her micro-bladed brows knitting close together… “If you think that I’ll buy that unbelievably stupid story of yours, young man, you are sadly mistaken! First of all, she is not from the boondocks but a small fishing village in one of the islands north of this country…” ”Ah tomato, toh-mah-to! I must have heard her story wrong.” ”Second, her things are still at her suite at the Midnight Resort.” ”Maybe she felt that she has to return so she never thought of packing up.”

He bowed wordlessly and started to match back to the post on the dirt path where Gordon had hoisted the mountain city flag as more maidens tittered back, their food baskets hanging limply from their crossed elbows. “Trouble in paradise?” The Witch’s mocking voice came behind me and I allowed myself a few more seconds of watching sleep-eyed girls squirming into their gold-lined coffins before I turned back to face the woman, her bright smile almost blinding against the cocoa of her smooth skin. Well, that was an understatement, How do you manage to fuck everything up Lycan? “What do you want Jules?” I groaned a put-upon sigh, surprised to find the woman’s eyes did not hold any sarcasm like th

He asked her like a proud owner. "Indeed." She was still in awe of the beautiful painting. "It's called Damsel With Dreams, representing a young woman with her dreams... Just like you" They had an eye lock moment for a few seconds which effectively made her blush. Next, they moved to the kitchen, a high end one with black and white interior and everything arranged in an elegant and classy way. Pari was swooning over his kitchen's decor instantly. Next, they walked around the dining and guest room, both modernly decorated with expensive wood and ceramic articles. There was also a mini study and his workspace on the same floor.

It was like our souls were bound. Which I guess, they were. I was just about to pour myself more coffee, when I heard Belle's voice rip through the air. “Mama,” she said. I set down the coffee and ran to the front door. Billy and Belle were running up the driveway. Liam walked behind them. Belle was grinning from ear to ear. She was wearing a cute skirt with a pink blouse. Her hair was done in pigtails with a ribbon in each. Billy was wearing trousers and a shirt that had the Blue Moon Crescent Insignia on it.