Garou #belle Novels & Stories

"Zanele, what did you bring for my grandfather? If you need a high-tier relic, I have rare moon-crystals in my private vault—" "Keep your crystals, Kieran," I reply smoothly, setting my cup down. "What I brought cannot be bought with pack credits." Two heavy stone pedestals are rolled into the center of the ring. Belle stands on the left, her black gown making her look like a dark queen. I step up to the right pedestal, my silver-scaled armor catching the flickering torchlight, creating a terrifying contrast against my scarred leather hide mask. The crowd leans in, Whispers circulating like wind through pine trees.

they commented. Other guests turned and noticed, and they pointed at Caro as she raised her chin and walked elegantly. Bella was so jealous and she put out her feet to make Caro fall, but Caro noticed it and dodged it. Bella growled out, angry that her plan didn’t work, she faced the girls with her and said, “Some people are golddiggers you know? They keep snatching people’s husbands. I’m sure she had gone to snatch someone that got to buy her such a dress.”

“More like a gala actually." “A gala?” Arya asked, raising her brows in surprise. Belle nodded, pulling her gently toward the house. “Mmhmm. At the Balducci estate. Very exclusive. Very dangerous. Very exciting.” Arya frowned. “Dangerous?” “Well, not dangerous like gun-to-your-head dangerous,” Belle said, waving a hand. “But... okay, yes. Maybe a little bit like that. Which is why we’re going in disguise.” Arya stopped walking. “What do you mean disguise?”

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?”

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.

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.

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?

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.