Bride And Belle Novels & Stories

Luna Maya said kindly, "you will soon be Devlin's bride, automatically making you Luna. It's important for you to start getting acquainted with the pack." I blushed even deeper, feeling like she could see straight through me. She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before making her way to the door. Pausing, she turned back with a twinkle in her eye. "And there's nothing wrong with kissing your fiancé in the open," she added with a wink, then closed the door behind her. Belle chuckled as she plopped down on my bed. I glared at her and kicked her dirty shoes off the mattress. "You should have been patient and waited until you both got to the house," Belle snickered, popping a grape into her mou

Alistair broke the quiet with a cold voice, "You must be wondering why you're here." "Belle is scheduled to be here for this meeting. She has a part to play going forward for Kensington Enterprises. Though no one ventured to speak aloud, a murmur permeated the room. Belle lowered her head to escape the men's stinging looks all around her. She was not experienced in board meetings, which showed. She lacked option, nevertheless. Her here was a quiet, subdued reminder of her relationship to Alistair. She transcended mere pawn in his game. She was his wife; her coming here was deliberate.

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

"And for the record, we're late because she spent forever doing her makeup. She thinks she's hotter than Emma Watson in Beauty and the Beast." "Hey, that's not true! I know I'm waaaay below Emma Watson." "You don't say!" "Yep! I married a Beast too and nobody made me a movie!"

“My door was open when I left.” “So?” “It’s closed now.” Belle shrugged. “Maybe you closed it.” “I didn’t.” “You’re being weird.” Irene laughed once. “Yes. I’m the weird one.” Belle ignored that. “But are you seeing someone, though?” “No.” That answer was technically complicated. She was married. She had a contract husband. There was also an Alpha following her around the city. But dating? No. Belle leaned against the counter. “So is he rich?”

Wren smiled at him as he approached and lifted an arm so Jackson could slide in next to him. “So, the real reason we asked you to do dinner for us…” Kia started, then shared a smile with Belle. Belle shook her head and gestured for Kia to continue. Kia lifted her hand and squealed. A small diamond twinkled from her ring finger. “And since I apparently only have male friends, I wanted you all in one place when I let you know that you’re going to be my bridesmaids.” There was a burst of congratulations. Kia told them how Belle asked her. Jackson leaned into Wren’s side. They would get married one day, but neither of them was in any rush. They weren’t going anywhere. A piece of paper from the g

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

The moment the door closed, the phone on the table buzzed. I picked it up and saw over a dozen unread messages, all from the fake young master, Michael. [Tony, you already figured out the bride is fake, right? Surprise. Christine and I are watching your wedding livestream right now.] Attached was a high-definition photo: Christine nestled affectionately in Michael's arms, both of them smiling sweetly at the camera. [Oh right, this was my idea. Christine said that even though you two grew up together, I'm her true love.]

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

“At midnight, the Festival of Transformation begins. Then, we’ll see what the future holds for me and my children.” The village buzzed with excitement. Lanterns lit the pathways, and bonfires crackled in the distance, their light flickering against the night sky. It was a night when the Moon Goddess’s blessing would be revealed—when the Alpha’s daughters would come into their full power, and the ancient prophecy would be fulfilled. The prophecy was clear: When the moon rises full on the Festival of Transformation, the Alpha’s daughter shall transform into a powerful wolf. She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace.