Garou #belle Novels & Stories

Bella laughed when they poured water on them. "It's fucking cold..." Alex grabbed her hand tightly. "Alex smile... You are looking like a cry baby..." Raan laughed and he scowled. ******* Anamika looked at the mirror and smiled placing her hands on Bella's shoulders. "You are looking like a queen..." Bella looked at the mirror not recognizing herself. Her hair was in bun which was covered in Arabian Jasmine flowers, heavy maangtika was making the hairstyle look beautiful. She was in love with her earrings which were matching her heavy necklace, it was covering her whole neck.

"I'll never get enough of you, Marcus." His hands moved with purpose now, sliding under her nightgown, pushing the silk up and over her head. The morning air kissed her bare skin, but she barely noticed, too focused on the heat in Marcus's gaze as he looked at her. Her nipples were already hard, peaked with anticipation, and when his eyes fixed on them, she felt that familiar rush of arousal flood through her. "God, Bella," he whispered reverently. "You're so beautiful. Every curve, every inch of you. You're like a goddess."

“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!

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?

When my online boyfriend insisted on receiving a picture of me, the class belle, Callista Xavery, snatched my phone from my hand. She said, “You’re a real wrecking ball. He’ll run for the hills the second he sees you. Just send a photo of me instead. That way you won’t scare him off.” My other classmates also mocked me, saying, “You’re out here dripping grease and still trying to online date? That’s straight-up catfishing.” I pinched the thickness around my fat and hesitated about whether I should really send a photo of Callista or not. Just then, a barrage of floating words flashed before my eyes. [That fat girl’s online boyfriend is a top-tier Claremont trust-fund heir who loves flexi

Hunter asked Belle, ready to run into the tigers' territory right then and there and ask if they were trying to make a fool of him. “Uh… I think this is her.” Belle blinked, as shocked as he felt, as the modestly dressed girl approached the altar, allowing him to notice that she had a tiny bouquet of camellias in her hands, as well as having her face hidden by a semi-transparent veil that could not hid a lot of her facial features, especially not in front of eyes like Hunter's “I think… Maybe she wanted to make a good impression?” his cousin asked, looking as unconvinced of that possibility as he was.

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.