Belle's Sisters Novels & Stories

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

Writer: *Laughs evily* Bev: *rolls eyes* I thought so. You're such a stalker though!... I can't even do anything indecent while you're watching unless you're gonna write it down! Writer: *Laughs again* ________________________ Belle's room ________________ Wakes up to find someone lying beside her in the dark. Belle: Mum? Davin: Nope Belle: *panics and shoves him off the bed then attacks with the knife under her pillow* Leave. Bev. Alone. Trevor!

She lowered her gaze, avoiding Renee’s eyes. “I don’t have any sisters,” Renee said, reaching for Belle’s hand and gripping it tightly. “So I want you to be my main bridesmaid. We can do dress fittings together this weekend.” Belle looked up, eyes wide. “Me? But… don’t you have a lot of friends who would be better for that?” “There’s no one more suitable than the younger sister of my future husband’s best friend,” Renee cut in gently but firmly. Her fingers tightened around Belle’s hand until Belle nearly winced.

he sighed. “Remember the report we got before? It said Lawrence was once married, who is probably Belle’s mother, and Vernice is the current Mrs. Williams’ daughter. So Belle and Vernice are half-sisters. Do you believe that Belle came to Bree for a better job opportunity?” he then looked at his assistant. “What do you mean?” Jacob asked, creasing his forehead at the man, suspicious of where the topic was going. “I feel like someone placed Belle close to me on purpose,” Tristan stated, leaning back.

Mary Kinson raised her hand and stroked her hair, "OK, be sure to be safe when you leave." "Do not worry, I'll go with sister Yu, and nothing will happen." Mary Kinson pursed her lips helplessly. How could Belle know? It's like this. She just does not feel comfortable. Thinking that Kinson would have a lovely sister, her only sister, die in the hands of Rose Kinsonin a few years, she could not wait to take each other down immediately. Fortunately, Rose Kinson is still afraid to move Belle. Mary Kinson breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her room.

Without waiting for Belle to respond, Grayson's other friends rushed to introduce themselves to her. "Hello, sister-in-law. I'm Jackson Corke." "Hello, sister-in-law. I'm Aaron Poitier." "Hello, sister-in-law. I'm Jason Collins." One after another, they referred to Belle as their "sister-in-law". Belle was uncomfortable with that, but she didn't stop them from doing so. She responded casually to their greetings as she had no interest in getting acquainted with them. However, Grayson's friends seemed to be getting more excited as the conversation continued.

I opened my mouth as he fed me soup, and then I noticed his vague smile. "Is the soup that good?" he asked. It was only then that I realized I'd devoured the whole bowl, and I smiled in embarrassment. "I was really hungry." Yoran stayed silent, while I spaced out, somewhat noticing the strange vibe in the room. The candles and sheets weren't changed… So what changed? And why did it feel a little flirty? Yoran then lowered her gaze to avoid my gaze. "Your sister was conspiring with Uncle Ben, but I've captured her. Would you like to see her?"

" … It was obvious that the brothers had fought. I bit my lip, hesitating whether to tell Leo that I was at the faculty housing. It was at that moment that Mom called. Without hesitation, I answered. "Hello, Mom?" "Sophie! Leo told me you went missing! Gosh, I was worried sick! Where are you?"

Bella’s POV “What’s going on?” I ask, stopping in the living room as a maid moves a large cake into the kitchen. “Dinner party tonight,” she says rushing past me. I follow her into the kitchen, surprised that my parents are hosting a party that I don’t even know about. I find my mother in there, ordering people around. “What’s going on?” I ask again.

In contrast, two days ago, I received all the touches of my sister's fiancé. But dinner was over, eased off, and everyone was allowed to enjoy music, wine, and just conversation. I sat beside Baron and Carl, who were busy talking about their stock. I looked at Gal, who was pulled away by Nicholas' mother, and Mama urged Gal to follow her. I stifled a laugh seeing the expression Gal was holding back. She seemed to be in math class, one of the classes she didn't like. "I bet that Nicholas de Sanctis will have another woman pregnant in two days after they get married." Carl's voice almost choked me.