Garou #belle Novels & Stories

The woman tilted her head and asked, "Are you interested in Belle? Or are you interested in me? Or do you think we're two sides of the same coin?" Grayson's gaze hardened as he responded firmly, "You and Belle are obviously two different people." Despite their identical appearances, Grayson recognized the distinct aura surrounding each of them. Belle radiated warmth and happiness—a sweetness that permeated the air. This woman, however, exuded unease, a chilling fear that sent shivers down Grayson's spine.

she smiled and exited the place like nothing had happened. The crowd made some noises, and some were laughing. Beauty looked at me, showing me the box in her hand. "She's your cousin?" "Yeah, the most crazy one." I shook my head. Beauty looked at the box in hand, and I did the same. She looked confused as she looked back at me and instantly put it inside my pocket. "Your cousin is very stunning, Mr. DJ. The Mondragons, indeed, are a breed of handsome and beautiful faces," one reporter said amongst the crowd.

Sapphire : it's my friend marriage, so I am going there. Emily : wow, what are you going to wear? Sapphire : I don't know, I haven't decided yet. Emily : it's okay, I will help you. I will choose the best gown for you, don't worry. I will also do your makeup. Furthermore, I am the best makeup artist. She winked at sapphire. Granny : don't. She doesn't need to be a makeup doll. She is already a doll without makeup. Likewise, she is beautiful without makeup, right, rowan?

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This one breathes. Don Carlo waits for us in the domed living room. He looks shorter now than he did at the gathering, and more relaxed now that the suit’s gone. He greets Zeke warmly, hugs him, pats his back like an old ally. Zeke doesn’t smile when he responds. I can’t tell if he’s just as rattled as I am, if he’s burying it under that armor of his. Then Carlo turns to me, takes my hand in his without warning and presses a kiss on it. His grip is firm but gentle, his eyes fixated on my face. “Bellissima,” he says, complimenting my beauty.

The Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame de Paris, Arc de Triomphe, were a few of the places that he would like to visit with Fiona. When Justin walked out of the shower, he saw Fiona dressing herself up. He noticed she was having trouble zipping up her floral print dress. He walked towards Fiona and stood behind her. He felt her body stiffen, and he slowly made his hand move towards her zip. He takes his sweet time closing it. He bent a little and said, "You are welcome." And turned back, chuckling to himself. Fiona's face was priceless. She was blushing hard. But she really looked adorable. He doesn't know what came over him, as he would have never pulled this kind of stunt on anyone.

Between them, held by his upper arm, was the valet Cain had handed the keys to the SUV to. Cain's eyes narrowed as the guards threw him to the ground in front of him. "Alpha Sovereign, this man gave a man, who matches the description you gave us, the keys to your car," one of the guards said, bowing his head in reverence. Cain felt his jaw clench. "Well shit." Daniel said. Ella's P.O.V. The look my grandfather gave me made the fact that we were speeding through the crowded streets of Mumbai feel like a stroll through Candyland.

“I guess I’ll just have to go ahead and do this right here. He pulls my legs apart as he slides up my body, pinning one leg with his thigh as he reaches for his zipper. The howls are still too far away. He’s got his pants down, and he’s reaching for my skirt. “No!” I shout, the world starting to blur around me. Garth laughs. I lift my hands, thinking I must try to push him off again, but as I bring them around, I realize they are glowing. Not yellow—but purple. “No!” I scream again, and this time a bolt of light flies from both of my palms, hitting Garth squarely in the chest. He goes shooting off me, the scent of singed hair filling the air as he slams down on the ground near a large rock.

Bella barely winces as she remains hunched over her chair, looking serene and nearly relaxed except for the constant chatter going on between her and the woman wielding the tattoo gun. She has decided to get a heavily shaded Calla lily, no extra colors added, but the outline alone promises to yield a stunning, elegant flower to soon bloom on her back. Meanwhile Carlos is busy sketching the dragon on my arm, and we don't really talk that much - then again I get the impression he's equally amused about Bella and his daughter giggling and laughing away like old friends, and I don't feel like breaking his concentration. It's fascinating to watch him

Belle takes full control and as i turn to face the mirror in the elevator i see my eyes burning bright purple and a strand of my hair turns bright white. "Mate" she purrs and moves closer to him but he backs away from us and looks down. I press on a button that stops the elevator and turn to face my mate. "Whats wrong MATE " Belle purrs as she walks closer to him until our little frame traps him. "Manuella- Belle stop it . You're going through heat" he says with a dark voice as he stares down at me with his now dark eyes. She runs our hand down our mates chest until the waist bend of his jeans but he holds onto it.