Belle Stories Novels & Stories

“I want survival. Mine, yours, his. If we don’t move fast, the narrative is written without us.” Benita swallowed hard. The urge to run, to drag her siblings and friends out of the café, warred with the need to plant her feet. “And Belle?” she asked, her voice cracking. “Where does she fall in this game of narratives?” That pulled the silence taut. The men by the counter shifted, their coats brushing like a warning. Cillian leaned closer, his voice a whisper only they could hear. “Belle is leverage. As long as the Elders control the story, they control her. They’ll keep her where no spotlight reaches.”

I remained skeptical but decided to give her another chance. Belle grew impatient with me because I never went to her house or did anything with her outside of school. I lied, saying my dad had me cleaning all the time because he worked a lot. But I only lied because I knew what Belle wanted—she sent me texts about how badly she wanted to have sex with me. I felt bad rejecting her, but I just wasn’t attracted to her, and I didn’t want to lead her on. One day, Belle texted me from the park, asking me to meet her. I told her I couldn’t. Ten minutes later, she sent me a picture. She had carved the word HATE into her left arm.

"So what happened was shocking, and a bit confusing, but I ended up making my way out of the situation before I came here, but then I have been given some time to think about it.' I nodded, eyes fixed on him so as to not miss out on any of the expressions he was making. "You see it turns out Belle is worse than I thought. She left the country to find a rich guy, or perhaps she met him, and then would I say dated him, and made him unable to resist her before finally poisoning him to deeth." "What?!" Both my hands covered my lip, and my lips remained parted even while covered. Goosebumps formed on my skin, but I could feel the tension. "She what?!" He probably saw my shock, and nodded gently,

If those eyes had looked at him with something more than curiosity or surprise. Downstairs, the chaos continued. He could hear his stepmother barking orders at the staff, her voice carrying up through the floors. His father was probably locked in his study, making whatever shady deals came with tying their family to the Costellos. Emily flitted around like a princess, getting fitted for gowns and dreaming of her new life as Mrs. Deluca.

It had been several months since we had last seen her, and I was excited to hear about her latest adventures. "Hey, guys!" she exclaimed, running up to us and hugging us tightly. "I have so much to tell you!" We all sat down on the porch, eager to hear Emily's stories. She told us about her new job at a local non-profit organization, and how she had been able to use her experience to help others who were going through similar struggles. She also talked about the new friends she had made, and how they had helped her to feel more connected and supported than ever before.

Belle said before she closed the book and placed it in her bag. “The wedding is in a month, so I’ll be done with new designs by the ending of the week. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me.” Belle informed us before she left. “The interview with those publishing houses is today right? I’m sick of people making money from the concept that you are some foreign country bumpkin that was proposed by a handsome billionaire with Italian and Russian roots. My employers now suck up to me in hopes that I will interview and share a bit of our private lives.” Grace complained with irritation.

he soberly said. Everything Ace was saying at that moment felt like ‘Cock and Bull’ story to Belinda because it still didn’t justify nor clear the narrative that he didn’t initially trust her. It still didn’t change the fact that he perceived her as an unfaithful wife who sleeps around. It was going to take more than a half baked apology with few tears to change her mind.

Bella quickly adjusted her posture and brought out a big smile on her face. "Jeremy!" she squatted and spread her arms for a hug. Jeremy ran into her arms and she squeezed him lovingly. "How was today?" Bella asked, releasing him. "Today was great! Our teacher told us an interesting story about the poor slave girl who married a prince, and they lived happily ever after" Jeremy said, demonstrating with his hands and ended it with an exciting giggle.

It's not a big problem because I can work and sleep when she's awake, and when she sleeps, it's all us. Then they invited me to go to their wedding the next day, and we've been friends since then. " "Wow... I loved it!" Belle said, smiling. "But what's the lesson?" "Lesson?" Domi said. "Yes, the reason you shared the love story. There must be a lesson, right?" "Well, I was telling you about magickal creatures that live here. It just turned out to be a love story." "Oh, ok. I still loved it." "Glad to hear that."

“More like a gala actually." “A gala?” Arya asked, raising her brows in surprise. Belle nodded, pulling her gently toward the house. “Mmhmm. At the Balducci estate. Very exclusive. Very dangerous. Very exciting.” Arya frowned. “Dangerous?” “Well, not dangerous like gun-to-your-head dangerous,” Belle said, waving a hand. “But... okay, yes. Maybe a little bit like that. Which is why we’re going in disguise.” Arya stopped walking. “What do you mean disguise?”