Garou #belle Novels & Stories

--- The night of the gala, the Palais Garnier was transformed into a sea of crystal, black suits, champagne, and whispered tension. Bella walked in alone. Wearing black velvet with a slit up one leg and eyes lined with war paint. Heads turned. Cameras flashed. Whispers followed her like shadows. But she walked like a queen. Xavier spotted her from across the room. And for a moment, he forgot about strategy, legacy, even vengeance. He just saw her. Until Lucien stepped into view beside him, glass in hand, smile smug. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Lucien said. "Even more dangerous than she looks."

I had to find a way to break this curse immediately! ‘Eira Yard… Sophie Clark…’ A thought surged through my mind. Eira used to be short and chubby in high school, yet she had turned into a goddess. Meanwhile, the original class belle, Sophie, had turned short and chubby. How could there be so many coincidences in this world?

My eyes snapped towards the sound of the door opening and at the man standing right there who was none other than my husband. He was wearing a black tuxedo and was looking devilishly handsome as always.He was staring at me from head to toe. I was getting nervous by his intense gaze. Our eyes locked. He started approaching me and I was stepping back as the fear was, rising with every passing second. My back got hit by the wall since there was nowhere for me to go and by that time, I was already pinned by Vincent. He stared down at me. Both his hands were placed beside my head, caging me between the wall and him. He slowly traced a finger on my jawline, making me look at him in anticipation. "

He was the only person Leone feared. "Alright." Belle’s hand darted toward the earrings, but Gia was faster, pulling them back before Belle could grab them. “Do you think I’m stupid? You’ll get them after all done. Greedy much!" Gia scolded, turning to open the door. She couldn’t stand the strange smell of the apartment any longer. Grumbling in annoyance, Belle grabbed her coat and quickly tidied her hair before following Gia out. “You’re Gia? Gia il fantasma?”

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

Belle picked her purse from the wardrobe and Brie watch her put the necessary things she needed before she almost rushed out. "Where are you going?!" Brie stopped her. "Huh?" "Where are you going, you didn't put on make-up!" "Oh yeahhh." Belle slapped her forehead before going to seat in front of the room's vanity and let her cousin sister help her with the makeup. "Please Belle, call me if you need anything okay?" Brie said, a little worried, she still didn't like that Belle was leaving with the man with the scar but if only she knew he was just Ben Larkson's driver.

It was like our souls were bound. Which I guess, they were. I was just about to pour myself more coffee, when I heard Belle's voice rip through the air. “Mama,” she said. I set down the coffee and ran to the front door. Billy and Belle were running up the driveway. Liam walked behind them. Belle was grinning from ear to ear. She was wearing a cute skirt with a pink blouse. Her hair was done in pigtails with a ribbon in each. Billy was wearing trousers and a shirt that had the Blue Moon Crescent Insignia on it.

Of course, it was about her mate; Shawn Mendes. So without a security or driver, Belle drove her car alone with Xavier strapped behind, the duo decided to grab a few things at the store, I.e. snacks for the child and a bottle of Scott's favorite champagne. Elle did not want to arrive empty-handed. She got everything she wanted yet as they approached the parking lot, an exciting scent hit her nostrils, it was one she would recognize anytime the smell of home wafted through her nostrils. Belle swallowed hard as she glanced around, her feet too challenging to pull, her Wolf danced excitedly in the head for their mate. He was close to how strong the scent hit her.

Marcel and his men are standing at the entrance, all dressed in black tuxedos. Marcel is dressed in a wine-colored tuxedo. His eyes landed on me. I sipped my drink. He smirked. "Motherfucker." I heard Imani mutter. I scoffed slightly, taking another sip. Next, Marcel turned to someone behind him. "I wonder which of his baby mamas he brought today," Imani said. He brought up a white girl dressed in a........ I froze, furrowing my brows The fuck? Shawty?

Upon Cheryl and Morrow's return, the first scene shot was Cassian's death at Thalassa's accidental hand, saving Belle. Belle, holding her dying brother-in-arms, wept bitterly outside the grand hall. She bore the weight of a family feud, losing her love on the day he married another. Her protector since childhood lay dead before her. Belle's grief was profound, her once lively eyes now cold and empty, her mouth stained with blood. She declared to Gavin, “From today onward, we are enemies, till death do us part.” The crew was deeply moved by Gavin and Belle's tragic love story. Cheryl's tearful performance as Belle was so convincing that many on set wept with her. Her portrayal of grief, regre