Belle Stories Novels & Stories

But coming from Belle—it didn’t sound offensive. It sounded… endearing. He let her pull him along. — Dinner was, as always, far from quiet. Belle filled the table with life—her laughter ringing brightly as she shared stories from school, recounting small moments with so much enthusiasm that even the simplest things became entertaining. She jumped from one story to another, occasionally drifting into memories from her time at the orphanage—some funny, some bittersweet, but all told with a kind of resilience that never failed to move those who listened.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Callum asked, voice calm, as if he wasn’t currently buried inside me. “I don’t know,” came Adam’s reply. I rolled my eyes. “A she-wolf wouldn’t just run away without a reason,” Callum said reasonably, like he wasn’t implying anything while still slowly moving inside me. “She and her sister had a fight before she ran off. Her parents are beside themselves with worry,” Adam made an excuse. I rolled my eyes again. “I’ll call Andrew and Lauren,” Callum said, then hung up before Adam could speak further. He looked down at me, a dark amusement in his eyes.

I could let myself fantasize about my buddy Alice every now and again, but not Belle. That's not to say she wasn't beautiful. She was quite pretty. Belle was a petite strawberry blonde with piercing green eyes, a delicate face, and became a stacked little hottie at age eighteen despite never getting taller than 5'1". She was eminently "fuckable" as the guys would say, but she was also my "sister". I simply couldn't think of her that way. And lest you get too far ahead of yourself in my story, I'll say it loud and clear upfront right now: NO, this story does NOT end with Belle and me falling in love, getting married, and living happily ever after. It isn't that kind of story.

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★

This story- although a fairy-tale- doesn’t begin with once upon a time nor does it end in happily ever after. No, our story begins in a small town- not too far from here- where an ambitious young girl called Arabella lives with her widowed father, Abraham. Arabella doesn’t come from a large or rich family, it is just her and her alcoholic father that live in the small two-bedroom townhouse in the middle of the small, yet quaint township of Redwood.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

They’d lived in the human world their entire lives, so they weren’t used to the imposing presence of a warrior. “There’s no need to cry,” Pele said, trying to soothe Belle. “The pack isn’t very far from here. And we have lots of sweets. Do you like sweets?” “Yeah,” Belle said softly. “We like sweets.” “Wonderful! Because Blue Moon Crescent is known for its sweets!”

Belle couldn’t help but say out loud as soon she got into her room and sat on her bed, dwelling on Ronnie’s words to her. “What kind of hangout?” she asked. Would there be other people around or would it just be the two of them? she wondered but she knew she was absolutely ready for whatever it was that he has planned out for her. She laid in bed staring at the night lights emanating from the sky and through her window. The moonlight came from the window into her dark bedroom and she loved how beautifully lit her room looked. But Belle knew she certainly wasn't losing sleep over the beauty of nature alone. Instead, she was indeed consumed by thoughts and memories of Ronnie: his lips, the tas

James whined making me and Bri giggle. "When you come shopping with us expect us to take long. But I'm quite hungry sooooo?" Bri says peering over to me. "Lets go to that new cafe that opened up in Bond Sreet." We nod and walk to the cafe, once we were sat down and had ordered I took in the smell of coffee, caramel and hot pastries. Oh how cosy the scent was, it made all the walking worth it.