Ever After High Daughter Of Belle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Not with the man I knew—the cold-blooded, ice-veined tyrant who threatened to bend me over desks and murdered people like it was breathing. But then… The older woman spoke again, voice trembling. “He changed after the night of the assassination.” I turned to her, heartbeat slowing. “What happened that night?” I asked, unable to help myself. Her lips parted. “It was a rainy night. We had wine, music, cake… a lot of cake.” “Why?” “Her birthday.” “Whose?” I asked, already feeling something shift. “His daughter. Bella.” I froze. “He has a daughter?” I echoed in pure surprise.

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.

“Even if you hate your dad that much, you can’t—” “Mommy,” Ana softly cut her off, her head lowered to look at the candle shaped in five. “Divorce father, and marry Papa Uncle instead. I be okay..” “You won’t. Divorcing a fated mate means defying the will of the moon goddess. Your still a child, you don’t know how severe the punishment will be bestowed upon the offspring that two mates had after bonding.” Aliana took a deep breath after explaining, though, Ana just chuckled softly, taking her little hand out of her own.

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda

Apollo says, taking him from Dalton and snuggling him close. “Papa, I look like you,” Belle tells me. “Yes ma’am, you do,” Evie stands up so I can snuggle my first grandbaby. My little girl grew up and gave me a mini me. “I look just like my Papa and I’m going to be as good a Queen as he was a King,” Belle declares. “Oh my little love, I do hope you are better than me,” I kiss her head. “Are Hazel and Lilly going to be your little loves too?” Belle asks me. I see all the ladies pout a little at her sweet questions.

It was a top public high school. My plan was simple: finish high school, get into college, and leave this house. I had no desire to be a wealthy heiress. My parents were stunned, while Leila hid her inner delight and spoke up. “Sister, there’s no need for us to attend an ordinary high school. We don’t even need to take the college entrance exam; we’ll study abroad in the future.” “Yes, Carol,” my mom said, patting the back of my hand. “You and your sister should both go to Royal Rose Academy. We’ll take care of everything for your future.”

I bit a retort back, not wanting to spike another argument that will lead to my Uncle George and Uncle Cedric fighting. Isabelle, or Belle as they call her, was the only daughter of my Uncle Cedric, since his Destin, Aunt Lois, had died of an accident. Ever since then, my Uncle Cedric always have his daughter with him, spoiling her and succumbing to her every plea while encouraging her unto bullying me. I swallowed as Belle pointed the Oak branch to my face, inching it closer to my green eyes, "That alone should have made you doubt if you truly belong here. What kind of cherub have a green eyes and bushy ginger hair? You're a monster!"

“ No need, Avery. I did everything. Just sit down and eat. ” I shrug slightly and take my seat on the left. The others turn to me playfully. “ Did you play with the water again, Princess? ” Renee chimes. “ What am I? A child? ” I roll my eyes. “ You are! You are more childish than our Belle. ” Sara snickers from the other end of the table. She is Nellie’s daughter and Belle is her daughter. Sara’s husband Yuan used to be a great wizard around here, but then he died. In the war.

I turned around to leave and found Belle approaching with her eyes on the adulterous Alpha. Belle was Zoey's daughter. We had a few things in common. We both lost one parent too early in life. Mine was my mother, hers was her father. As kids, we were best friends. That changed after my accident. Her mother was not my favorite person. Not because she had an affair with my dad, but because I blamed her for what happened to me that day. Hers was the voice I heard when I went out into the dark hallway and got attacked. I may have extended that distrust and dislike to her daughter, Belle. Because as she approached with her eyes on Nox, I wanted to bare my teeth. Thank Goddess for control. What wa