Bride And Belle Novels & Stories

Belle had her attention fixed on her food the entire time, and I couldn't stop staring at her. “Are you on a date?” Valerie asked, and the man nodded. “Yes, do you guys know each other?” He looked over at Belle who looked like she was about to say something negative, but I beat her to it. “You can say that.” Valerie wrapped her hands around my waist as if she were trying to prove a point. “I'm sure you already know who he is,” she grinned as she spoke. “This is Zalden, my fiancée and I'm Valerie, the only daughter of…”

All of them had been conspiring together to destroy everything I had while pretending to care about my wellbeing. "You're completely alone now Annie," Claire stated while smiling at the camera. "You have no family supporting you. You have an organization that's falling apart under attacks from multiple directions. You have enemies who want you dead more than they want anything else. How does it feel knowing you're going to lose everything?" The video ended leaving me staring at a black screen while my mind tried to process the depth of betrayal I had just witnessed. Claire had not just planted a bomb or manipulated me into starting a war. She had orchestrated an entire conspiracy involving o

I froze. I stared at my reflection, touching my face with trembling fingers. I was dressed in a white ceremonial gown, pure white without a single stain. I was stunning. My eyes sparkled like stars, my bridal makeup flawless. My hair was simply styled and secured with a small jeweled crown, my veil fluttering in the breeze from the open window. This can’t be happening. Was the Moon Goddess giving me a second chance? “It’s almost time. I don’t know why you’re acting this way, but I’ll be waiting at the hall. Adrian too,” Mirabel said, and left the room.

I raised a brow. “Half? All of New York knows! They just want to hear it from you.” “I am not doing any conference till after the wedding.” “Why? Are you worried people will know who the bride is and start to disturb her?” I looked away from Liam and pressed the switched button on the laptop in front of me. I don’t know who is better between him and my dad. Both seem worse, actually. “Hold up, don’t tell me… you are jealous that the world will find your bride beautiful and start pestering her?!” He burst into laughter and I snapped my brows together

Arianna’s ear kept buzzing, mostly because Chloe had made it a mission to hum endlessly about the gifts she had been receiving—from school all the way home, and even after they settled in her room. After hours of gentle pushing, teasing, and dramatic sighs, Arianna finally opened up about the contract marriage Aiden had proposed.

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

"Let’s just say we have a common enemy. And I’ve got the resources to take him out. All I need is your cooperation." Jake hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I’m in." As they shook hands, a small part of Jake wondered if he had just made a deal with the devil. But it didn’t matter. All he cared about was Sofia. And he’d do whatever it took to get her back. Back at the Blackwood Estate I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the crescent moon on my hip, my mind spinning with the prophecy I had just read. A Beast-Bride. A mark of destiny.

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.

“I’ll blow your brains out, where the fuck is Belle?!” “Now that’s just mean…”, she frowned with her head slanted a little bit to the left. “I’m being serious”. I rolled my eyes in disgust. “Where. Is. She?!” “She’s not here”, I sighed. “She’s with Trevor in the mountains” “Impossible”, I shot a warning bullet pass her ear. “It takes about forty minutes to get there” “Well, he’s still on his way, and she’s unconscious anyway”, she yawned. “How you answer will determine if Belle lives or dies. And if you kill me, you wont be able to…”

*Alaric* Belle and I were getting ready to deal with Lyssandra's sentencing today. It was beyond painful for both of us. No one would know it, but Lyssandra was our mate as well. She decided she couldn't deal with not being my only and couldn't handle the fact she wouldn't get a Royal title as Belle and I were already married and pregnant when she met us. She rejected us and disappeared when I refused to annul the marriage to be able to marry her. Belle has always blamed herself for things falling apart. I say fate saved us and Selene never intended for it to be a mateship in its purest sense.