Novel & Cerita Belle's Favorite Book

"Yes!" I stood and walked over to the small white-painted bookshelf against the wall. It was full of children's books. Some had been mine when I was a kid. Others we'd bought together over the years. I ran my finger along the spines until I found one of Bella's favorites, a story about a clever fox and his adventures in the forest. I went back to the bed and settled beside her, leaning against the headboard. Bella immediately snuggled into my side, her warm little head resting against my arm.

Nodding, she headed to the book innthebside of the room and opened the cupboard, pulling out a novel for me to read. “Do you like mysteries? This is such a great read!” I smiled and took the book from her, looking at the cover. It looked like it was a Mary Higgins Clark novel, one I had not yet read before. I loved her writing style, and her books pulled me in, so I knew I would have a good time reading them. Bella excused herself and left my room, shutting the door behind her, and I heaved a heavy sigh, frowning at the door that shut behind her. I settled in, immersing myself in the book until she came back, handing me a bowl of popcorn.

There is so much I want to say to him. “Lilah?” Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. “Yes?” “I asked you a question.” “Oh yes, you did.” I give him a brief smile. “If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say—” “The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole,” Beau says before I can. I turn to face him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. “How did you know?”

He said she was not to worry the Doctors had said it would not be forever and she would soon start to feel herself again. Belle was lost, and empty she did the small tasks her Father asked her to do, cleaning, washing and even preparing food she appeared to know how to do these things but something told her she had not done them for some time. She had too much time to think that was the problem, when the weather was good she walked around the garden trying desperately to find whatever it was that was missing inside her. Sebastian watched her hidden in his room and it broke his heart he could sense her distress and he longed to comfort her but she did not know him. When the weather turned col

“What?... What are you saying?” “Belle always used to write her thoughts in a diary. Before Mrs. Michelle passing away, she used to write without hiding her diaries, since none of her parents was very interested in her, in what she had to say, in what she was writing. When Mr. Andrew had the accident... after he changed... he made a habit of entering Belle's room, especially when she was at school, searching the room for God knows what. One day, he found all her diaries. He read them and then decided to burn them all. Along with the diaries, he also burned my sweet girl's favorite books. I don't know how, but I managed to save one of Belle's first diaries from the flames.

Caitlyn asked and there was a note of longing in her voice that broke Chloe’s heart. “Well,” Chloe said, sitting delicately on the chair by the bed so as not to wrinkle her dress, “since Belle loved reading so much, I thought we’d have story time.” Caitlyn smiled. “I love story time,” she said wistfully. “I know,” Chloe said. “That’s why I brought you this.” Chloe produced a dog-eared hardcover book and presented it to Caitlyn. “What’s this?” “Only the best book ever,” Chloe said with a grin.

“Ah. I don't think I understand what it is you're talking about. But I only have tiaras. Not capes.” A smile pulled at the corners of my lips before I reached for the handle of the door and opened it. Belle’s room was painted in the softest shades of white and light green in some parts. A couple of her dolls were arranged on the bed, while some were scattered on the floor. I hadn't even realized she had this much. Cecily always brought at least one or two most times she visited. And right now there were dolls arranged on every corner in Belle’s room, along with tiaras and toys and books. Books she couldn't even read yet.

"Look! I didn't even have to do anything. The library in the mansion was dark, and the firelight flickered across the racks of leather-bound books. Belle sat at the big wood table with a glass of wine that she hadn't touched. She looked like a queen. Her green eyes squinted when the door cracked open. Gabrielle came in, her shoulders shaking and a huge folder in her hands. Her dark hair hung loose about her pale face. She appeared weak, but the way she set her jaw showed that she was determined. She muttered, "Belle," her voice scratchy. "I need to tell you everything." Belle put the glass down and spoke in a cold but curious voice. "Then say something. "Secrets rot in silence."

"Yeah, I almost skipped this important issue. Thanks, Min, Now Wei Wei, confess! who is this Idol?" "hahaha," Fang Wei Wei burst in laughs, " Don't overthink it. My Idol at that time was my Mom" " What ?" , " What ?", Cried Zhao Min and Ye Ying at the same time. " I thought it was some kind of celerity or childhood sweetheart," added Zhao Min disappointed. " Okay, that's how it started, but later I liked the French language so much and I have been reading French books since middle school. So After graduation, I want to go to Paris to continue with my post-graduation studies in the prestigious college 'La Sorbonne'."