Belles Dads Name Novels & Stories

And enough money to start over if you need to run. _Don’t trust anyone with the name Caruso. Don’t trust anyone with the name Vale. Not at first._ _But kid, if the Morrettis found you... trust them. I met Thomas Moretti once. Years ago. He was a good man. If his sons are anything like him, you’ll be okay._ _I love you. I’m proud of you. Wells girls don’t bow._ _- Dad_ _P.S. My name is Thomas. Thomas Wells. Don’t forget it._

And what I’m about to say isn’t either of those things. “It wasn’t Hale,” I say quietly. “He didn’t kill Mom.” Belle’s lips press into a thin line. Her jaw works like she’s trying to hold herself together with nothing but tension and breath. “Then who did?” I hesitate. She sees it. “Cali,” she snaps, voice cracking. “Tell me.” “It was Dad.” Silence. The kind that doesn’t land like a bomb—but like a confirmation. Belle exhales, slow and sharp, her fingers tightening around her ribs.

I looked at Gerald, who was fixing his collar, not a care. “She and Dad are having dinner with her parents.” Destiny said, and I swallowed hard, I don't know if it was jealousy, but all I knew was Sienna still had to go. “Can you go and get me a belt?” I asked, and she didn't hesitate. As soon as I heard her footsteps, I picked up all the clothes I had earlier dropped and left Gerald without a word.

Judi looked around, and after locating Belle Enderson , sat down not far from her. After ordering, she picked up her red wine cup and walked over to Belle Enderson 's table. "Excuse me, are you MissEnderson , Belle Enderson ?" Belle Enderson looked at her, sizing her up before asking, "Who are you?" "Don't you remember me? My dad is the president of the TK Group. The last time I went back with my dad, I saw you at dinner." Hearing that the other party was the CEO's daughter, Belle Enderson stood up: "Oh … It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you, it's... You're back home again? "

I know, it was practically the Stone Age. Mr. K nodded, but arched an eyebrow and gave his daughter a curious look. "Are there any boys in this category of people you're looking forward to seeing?" "Dad!" Belle exclaimed again before rolling her eyes. So Mr. K turned to me. "Has she talked about any boys she thinks are cute?" "Yes, but that's as far as I'll admit." I grinned and mimed zipping my lips shut. "Is there one boy in particular?" "Dad!" Belle screeched.

Stunned at what she just pulled in front of everyone. “What! You idiots can’t do this another time!” Pointing to her fathers chair, Jezzebelles voice boomed through out hall. “Father go sit in your chair and act your age! I certainly not telling the King how to act his age as I might lose my head.” Her father got up still unsure how that happened but before he could say anything Belle was behind him pushing him past the king forcing him to his seat. Zephyr was once again studying Belle. Her father held up his hands in defeat and started to his seat. His anger turning into laughter. He noticed her jewelry following the path to the medium size spiked shoes. He went over to them and picked them

He had a fresh haircut and was clean-shaven. "Good day, Sir Marcus," I greeted politely. "You do not need to call me Sir. Just Marcus. I am not your boss anymore. And... I am your husband, remember?" he replied, though I did not respond to the last part. "Daddy, Mommy is here! And so is my little brother!" Belle said cheerfully to her father. Marcus smiled at her, but Toper stared at him in silence. He nudged me and looked up. "Mama, I saw him at the mall!" he said, pointing to Marcus.

he fired. Ben remained silent. “What’s her full name?” the Hon. Asked. “Anita Smith,” Ben answered. “Her Dad’s name?” “Smith Brown” “Okay” the man jotted down the names. “Tell her to come see me on Monday then” “Okay Dad, have a splendid day” “You too Son” Hon. Peller replied and hung up. He shook his head as he placed the phone on the seat. His son just disappointed him, he didn’t expect that Ben would not be reasonable enough to be careful with a recent acquaintance.

He was sad and depressed and thought to do what would get rid of the pain. Nobody left him unsupervised after that day; especially not me man. He was a great child and we weren't letting him go that easily. Not now, not in the next couple of years. "Oh thank God." My dad softly said. "By the way, Belle, you didn't inform us that you were coming? Is it anything special or you just came to visit?" Dad Will asked politely with a smile. I had been so busy with my own business and being in my feelings that I hadn't even stopped to ask why Belle came around. It's not like I didn't want her around but she probably had a reason that she didn't tell me because I didn't ask.

He pulled at my hair and it only felt better. My nipples ached even more painfully. "I... I... I don't know, daddy. I... I just want it so much. I... I am such a whore..." I said, looking right into daddy Grayson's eyes as it dawned on me yet again on who this man was. My father's best friend. The cock I was desperately fucking back onto also belonged to my father's best friend. Men two decades older than I was. Heavens, Daisy. How did you become such a slut and ohhh, Daisy, how do you feel being such a whore?