Belle Stories Novels & Stories

“Sit please, we would like to chat with you for a little while.” Mr B gestures to the seat opposite them both and I hesitate. “Oh, I really should be working.” “Nonsense, surely you can spare a few minutes for us old folk.” I decide that a few minutes won’t hurt and take the seat offered. They both smile at me, and we begin chatting about general subjects until Saturday night is brought up. “So, Angel, tell us how you managed to become so well acquainted with Grant Cerulean?”

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

Belle. "Belle," Ben said, trying to sound relieved. "Thanks goodness you're here. This idiot tried threatening me for no reason." "Save it," Belle said, sounding extremely hurt. "I can't believe you lied to me." "I didn't lie," Ben, ironically, lied. "I heard you," Belle said. "I heard you say that Poppy was telling the truth the whole time." "No, you're misunderstanding," Ben said. "I saw what you were doing!" Belle said. "I saw you grab her and heard you say that you were going to do what you weren't able to last summer!"

d i e. J u n g~ W h a t... a... f a m i l y... d r a m a. Veer~ W h e r e .. i s... b e l l a? Bella~ That Giselle again ran away for that wolf spirit. She is wishing for her own death. ......

Lazarus watched as his daughter squealed and ran up the stairs. She almost ran into Lillabet, who had to move out of her way. "Hey watch out saghir, otherwise your going to trip on your nightgown. Where are you going in such a hurry?" Belle did not slow down as instructed. She almost indeed almost stepped on her nightgown. "I am going on a horseback ride with Zephyr." As she said that Lillabet heard a hard thump to what sounded like Belle's head. "You ok Belle?" Lillabet heard her giggle and then she said one word to which everyone laughed. "Door." Lillabet laughed, her face got a little warm. "I warned you there was consequences at running shaytan alsurea." Lillabet chuckled and proceeded d

Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes. She knew what that story was about. It was about a god, the god of love falling in love with a beautiful mortal. Her brows furrowed a little. Curiously staring up between his eyes. She grabbed the book nonetheless. "W-why are you doing this?" She found herself quietly uttering. "What do you even want from me?" She watched him express the hint of a smile, a set of dimples making their appearance into his cheeks. "I am merely curious," She stupidly stared up at him, blinking.

Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha

‘Yeah fair point. ‘So, do we get to sing nursery rhymes with them at school when we visit?’ Zion asked, sounding far too cheerful. ‘Piss off.’ I grumbled. ‘I do not need your input this morning. I haven’t even had my coffee.’ the thought of kids singing out of tune sounded like sheer torture... ‘Well, if Miss Bailey needs a big bad wolf for her stories, she has definitely got one in you.’ Zion chuckled, and I simply wanted to strangle the irritating pain in my ass that I was cursed with for a wolf.

"I mean, that dress makes my clothes look like they came from the dumpster behind a In 'n' Out." We both burst into fits of laughter. "Oh, God," Haylie wheezed. "Don't make me laugh like that unless you want us to crash, you idiot!" Despite her feigned anger, she couldn't stop laughing as she turned onto the road that our school building sat on. "So, what do you think's gonna go on tonight?" I asked once our laughter subsided. Haylie shrugged. "Probably the usual; Spin the bottle, T or D, Two Lies and a Truth."

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."