Garou #belle Novels & Stories

“We’ve got more important business elsewhere.” Belle pulled her hand free from Renee’s grip. This time, she didn’t hesitate. She looked straight at Bastian. “Congratulations, Bastian,” Belle said softly. There was no sarcasm in her voice, only sincerity. “I hope you’re happy.” Bastian’s eyes widened slightly, panic flickering in them. His lips moved, silently forming the word Sparrow. Belle turned away. “Let’s go, Anthony.” She walked off quickly. Behind her came Renee’s laughter, the orchestra resuming its melody, the clink of crystal glasses.

When one is good enough, no one can take what's yours! One outrageous comment after another appeared below. I was so furious that I replied to her directly underneath, "Are you sick or something?" Jemima replied right away, "Oh? You're triggered already? Think I'm eyeing your boyfriend?" The mockery in Jemima's words was impossible to hide. She went on, "What a pity. While you're busy defending him, he's carefully peeling grapes for me right now!" Immediately after, an image was uploaded. When I opened it, it was unmistakably Elijah's face!

The champagne was expensive. The dress was borrowed. And I was about to be sold to the highest bidder. "Lot seventeen," the auctioneer's voice boomed through the underground hall. "Rielle Morven. Twenty-three years old. Unmated. Bloodline verified." My stomach twisted as a spotlight hit me, turning my skin to porcelain under the harsh glare. Around me, the darkness breathed with wealth and power... alphas and nobles gathered in the shadows, their eyes gleaming as they assessed the merchandise.

Happily, he was alone at his desk, his back to her. Allowing him a fighting chance, she said coolly, “You look a lot different when you’re not covered in fuzz, Graybeard.” He spun around so fast, he nearly fell out of his seat. “Rain! What the…” he trailed off, apparently realizing he was better off with his mouth shut. She smirked. “Hello, Azion. I thought I’d show you what you wanted so badly. What do you think?” She rolled the Bell between her palms, walked it through her fingers like a Chinese exercise ball. “Nifty little toy, isn’t it?”

Ethan's back was on her as the director's eyes drift from him to the beauty making her way towards them. The conversation long forgotten ,as he spoke just one word in surprise. "Bellissima" Ethan's eyes furrow in confusion, to only turn around to look at the centre of everyone's attention. What he saw, making his throat to run dry and his heart to thud rapidly in his chest. Fuc*! Was the only thing he could say,as his brown eyes made contact with her shy green ones and he got lost in them for a second. She was beautiful. He knew it before...but this beautiful?

"You already know I think you're gorgeous, B. No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me." Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Belle smiled and rolled her eyes. "I'm not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party." I shrugged. "Your funeral." Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Belle held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I'd put her into a corset. "Sure I can't convince you to dress as Tarzan for me?" she asked one last time, having failed on the previous three requests.

Issa crossed her arms and twisted her lips, “It is sad enough that our King has to marry a lowborn werewolf, and now you are bending your back to her? Agnes might be a killer, but at least she got a spine.” “You—You are an egomaniac!” Belle cried, “If you have such a huge problem with this, why bother showing up today?” Issa rolled her eyes, “Please. If my House hadn’t made me, I would never have come.” Belle stomped the floor angrily, running out of cursing words to say, “You—You—” “Get out of this room,” Aurora said icily. Issa rounded her eyes, stuttering, “…What did you say?”

“What choo up to?” He turned the music down and listened carefully. Gary and Paul pretended to be asleep but kept nudging one another as if he wouldn’t notice. Belle Vue. He’d forgotten about that place. A germ of an idea flitted into his consciousness, then slipped away. His head was doing a great impression of a ball of cotton wool. Belle Vue. Closed because of a scandal, he was sure. He’d love to see what they’d done with it, so he agreed to meet her there tomorrow at nine and mentally crossed his fingers that any hangover wouldn’t be too bad.

“She’s a rare beauty, Douglas. How kind of you to think of us.” “Look at her skin, it’s so smooth. It must be nice to bounce against her.” “Tsk, her panties are so wet. Young women nowadays are too open. I bet she can’t wait for us to pleasure her.” They were slowly closing in on me. My body turned red from their warmth. “No… Don’t…” They were grabbing me everywhere. I shivered as pleasure washed all over me.

her doe eyes looking at me so scared and innocently. “The warriors are attacking us. It’s chaos out there,” I reply, urging her inside. “Gamma, we need to secure the doors,” one of the warriors states. I nod my head, asking him for one more minute as I try to reassure Belle that I will be ok. “Garry. Garry, mark me,” she says, gripping the front of my shirt and making me stop dead in my tracks. “What?” I ask, perplexed by her request. Did she just say what I think she said?