Ever After High Daughter Of Belle Novels & Stories

We are struggling to get out of it when— BANG! The two of us jumped in shock and we automatically turned back to Blast whose vein had almost come out of his face. He was furious and pointed the gun on us. The one he had just fired a while ago. "OUT!" he gritted his teeth. Chand took my hand and opened the door. He pulled me out quickly before Blast could finally shoot us. I looked on our hands and I blushed. Childish yet romantic. Did I mention I have a crush on him before? Geeezzz cheessyyyy. I let him drag me outside the building and we part ways in the parking lot. I'll talk to Blast later about that girl. According to my investigations she's not the biological daughter of Belle's. She's

"Sigh, those people didn't give up after that. They went to the bottom of the cliff to search for the mother and daughter. "They even wanted to salvage their corpses. I still don't know what was so special about the little girl that they were crazy enough to want to do research on her corpse!" Grayson said nothing. Finneas had said that he didn't know much about the Aspen family, but he had still revealed a lot of information. Grayson needed time to process it. After a long moment of silence, he said, "So Belle is an Aspen. She's the little girl." "Yes!" "How are you so sure?"

She cleared her throat, pulling the young girl in front of her. “Mr. Preston, this is Olivia, my daughter,” Tara stated, while I took in the young girl before me. She was a spitting image of Tara, even the glow of what Tara’s skin used to look like. Curly blonde hair and blue eyes, just like her mother. But she wore glasses and had spray of freckles across her face. I looked back at Mason, who was casually glancing at Belle’s ass while she stood, waiting for her turn to be introduced. He had a faint hint of freckles so I guess she’d gotten those genes from him. I shook myself from my thoughts, extending my hand kissing the young girls like I had Tara’s.

Belle wandered through the unfamiliar grounds, lost in thought. “Belle! Belle!” a voice called from her left as she entered one of the buildings, looking around uncertainly. She turned to see a brown-skinned girl with shoulder-length curly hair, flashing a bright smile as she hurried over. “I didn’t know you were starting here, too!” she chirped. Belle offered a faint smile. “Yeah… my dad wouldn’t let me study out of town.” “You probably don’t remember me, huh?” The girl stuck out her hand. “We went to the same high school. I’m Eve—Genevieve.”

The High Lord nodded at the burnt shambles behind them, smoke coming out from the ashes still. “As you wish!” Both of them immediately shot up and ran towards the heap. With metal chains coming out of their hands, they gathered them all and hauled them out of the field. Right after, the High Lord exclaimed, “Everyone, there is someone I would like to introduce to all of you.” I stiffened on my ground as he gestured at me to come to his side and Morris had to push me forward to get me moving. I briskly walked to his side and he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Let us welcome Cyan Belladonna, Killian’s daughter.”

He gently pressed his palm to her forehead, before picking her up to her feet. She smiled up at him, and muttered politely, “Thank you, mister.” The moment she looked up at him, Dante’s broad shoulders stiffened as he registered the sight of the girl in front of him. It was too late to hide her from him. My daughter was the carbon copy of her father. She was basically his female version. She looked nothing like me and everything like him. There was absolutely no way anyone would see them together and not be able to tell. “Baby,” I rushed towards the door and Belle looked up, noticing me. Her smile returned to her face as she walked past him and came to me.

"I hope you realize that what you did to my daughter was inexcusable. You deserve to suffer." Tasha didn't say anything. She stared at Father for so long, it seemed as if she was peering through him. Like she wasn't seeing him. But then, she saw me. Her ice-blue gaze widened with disbelief, and she pressed herself even closer to bars that barricaded her, if that was even possible. "You're alive? How did you survive?" Tasha inquired, dumbstruck. However, that look was quickly replaced by fury, and she gave me the same sneer Rhea had given her, only worse. "You were supposed to die, goddamn it! You should've been nothing but a rotting corpse!"

Like she’d been listening the whole time. “What are you doing here, Tania?” “Oh, hi, Dad.” She walked in, brushing past Belle hard enough to make her stumble back a step. “Seems you forgot you have a daughter.” The door shut behind her. Her eyes moved between Belle and me. Displeased. Disgusted even. “Dad, I thought you said this was over.” My eyes met Belle’s. One brow raised accusingly at me. “No. I said Belle wanted a break and I was giving it to her.”

Bellamy took her back and nursed her carefully for several days until she gradually recovered. From the woman, Bellamy learned that she was the same child he had sent to the old lady's care years ago. Bellamy immediately recognized her as his daughter, but at first, the woman did not believe him. To her, Bellamy looked like someone from her grandfather’s generation. It was not until Bellamy recounted everything that had happened that she accepted she was indeed Bellamy’s daughter, Eugenie.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.