Novel & Cerita Belle Stories

“Okay, I will tell you.” If I’d learned nothing during the brief time I knew Belle, it was that she could be long winded when it came to telling a story. I positioned myself against my pillows so that I could be comfortable while I listened. I noticed Gwendoline shifted her body position as well. I assume it was for the same reason.

Little town, full of little people, waking up to say… Actors: Bonjour, Bonjour, Bonjour Belle wanders joyfully around the little town to which she belongs. She went into a bookstore and loved to read a book. And every word of Belle she sings it, even in her laundry. Gaston will see and become acquainted with her. Belle is the most beautiful girl in the town, and many men are obsessed with her. Many women looked down on Gaston and said Belle wouldn’t like him. But he insisted that Belle was with him no matter what.

******* Belle – POV I entered our old home in Minnesota, the place where I grew up, living amidst humans with my mom. She had told me she acquired this home after I was born, after her exile from the White Wood Pack. Stepping into the familiar yet antiquated apartment sent a wave of nostalgia through me, the air laden with myriad memories. My mother used to embark on missions, leaving me in the care of our neighbor, a kind-hearted elderly lady who would prepare delicious meals for me. As I stepped in further, my heart leaped seeing a woman seated in a chair, and instinctively, I summoned my magic.

Bella and the Beast (BOOK 6)- A Beauty and The Beast Erotic Retelling Bella, a young, curvy maiden is stricken with sadness when her father who set off on a journey to the dark forest to acquire a rose is missing. With the help of Gaston who is only interested in opening her corset, she wanders far and deep into the forest and stumbles into a big castle which is owned by an ugly beast. The beast captures them and makes a deal, freeing her father and Gaston but enslaving her instead and decides to make her body his . . . by all means.

She quickly pointed on whatever she could make a conversation out from. Looking at it, he smiled. Walking toward the chair, he took a comfortable seat before calling her in with his hand. “Come.” Belle followed him blindly only for her to feel him pulling her in to sit on his laps. He wrapped his hand around her waist, slowly opening the book before her. Belle who was first flustered was surprised when she saw a beautiful illustration on the first page of the book. “This is…?” “It’s a famous story. About a witch and a demon,” Leon’s long finger slowly caressed the drawing. “It’s a very famous story in Hell and a comfort story for me”

A text from Jaxon read on the screen: "Belle, you’re not alone. Come see me tonight. You still have to learn more. Bernard's eyes darted to the phone. Your friends seem to be closing in. Deadly and certain, Belle's voice was a whisper. Let them arrive. Bring them on. I'm prepared. A secret weapon in a society of falsehoods, she looked away, the recorder quietly buzzing against her thigh. Though Bernard's footsteps faded behind her, the weight of his warning remained. Belle meant to battle through every thunderclap while standing on the brink of a hurricane. The game has evolved. The components were shifting. Belle was no longer only surviving; she was seizing charge. Sitting cross-legged on

“This is it. This is the start of your downfall. Some mystery woman’s going to bring you to your knees and we’re going to be the groomsmen at your sad little love story.” I rolled my eyes and stood up. “I’m not discussing this with you lunatics.” Marcus laughed. “So you’re saying there’s nothing to tell?” I hesitated. Then shrugged. “Just a girl,” I said, heading to the sink. But even as the words left my mouth, the lie settled like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Because Bella whoever the hell she was didn’t feel like just a girl. I’m not discussing this.” I said But they were already spiraling throwing out theories, assigning nicknames, and planning an imaginary wedding I was apparently too em

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

Now you're just making that all up. "Am not," she remarks, turning to me. "Just because you don't speak Ikea doesn't mean I'm just as illiterate." Jazz and I share a look that can only be described as pained, while Bella goes on. "But I admit, the Bredgrund shower curtain might have been a little too much even for Alice." There's nothing either of us feels can be said to that, and Bella drops the topic after a moment, clearly pleased with herself. "But seriously, neither Ikea Wonderland nor her leaving her stuff strewn all over the apartment can be

Nodding with enthusiasm, I tell Xiu Ying, "Quick, Xiu Ying! Request the presence of a pedant." And so came the birth of a new story named Fifty Shades of the Embroidered Uniform. Of course, it is based off a classic hit from America in the 21st century!