La Belle La Bête Novels & Stories

Bella's POV It has been 2 days since Xavier had been to his London. He will be arriving tomorrow or the day after. I cannot wait to see him again. To tell the truth, I have missed him a lot. His caring words, his smile and his incredibly beautiful eyes. I missed them all. Currently I was in mine and Xavier's room, painting with the canvas, painting and paint brush that I found in the old storage beside the garden. I was painting Xavier's midnight black wolf with a night background and a full on the top. It was so beautiful. I painted this with my imagination and it came out awesome.

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

Yet, ever since she came here it is like she can not get warm. “Oh.” Adam says and Bella feels a little judged, so she quickly tells him “The movie is based off of a book series by Anne Rice called the Vampire Chronicles. I love this series because I am half in love with the main character Lestat. So I watch the movies sometimes when the mood strikes me.” “Movies? As in plural?” Adam asks her and she nods. “Yep. The sequel is Queen Of The Damned. It is pretty good too, but the first one is my favorite.”

Belle’s mother would always say to her. Chapter 1: As the sun’s rays hit the earth with a rather subtle amount of heat, with the blue sky glistening in its light, Belle, a beautiful teenage girl with light brown eyes and dark long hair sat in an open field very close to her house. The flowers around were beautiful, bright and colorful. They moved in a way that it seemed like they were dancing to a tune which could only be heard by them. Belle sat on a cloth on the ground while she watched a movie on her cell phone.

I may not be your first date, kiss, or love, but I want to be your last in everything. Beauty's POV . "Beauty Acuesta is next," the director on stage reminded Bobita, and Bobita gave his approval and signaled back at me. I smiled, feeling tense before Bobita went off stage.

Belle tries to deny, it with trembling lips, yet Scott does not have that, “You know what I'm talking about, you found your mate, and he is no other person than Shawn Mendes, who I'm guessing you already know who he is,” Belle now had a scared look on her countenance, she scanned the room, checking to see if Abi was coming, “I don't know how it happened, but at the party, my Wolf perceived the most intoxicating odor ever, It broke my heart to realize he was the one, please don't tell her, it'll break her heart,” the girl sobbed, Shawn felt pity for the girl seated in front of him, he understood her predicaments,

"Hey, Mila, can I ask you something about Beauty and the Beast?" Her eyes, still shiny with unshed tears, lit up a little. "Yes," she replied, her voice small. "If Belle were a flower herself, which one do you think she would be?" Mila seemed to consider this, her small brow furrowing in concentration. After a few silent moments, she finally announced, "I think Belle would be a rose!" "A rose?" I asked, intrigued by her choice. "Why a rose?" "Because roses are pretty and brave! They have thorns to protect themselves, just like Belle is pretty and brave, and she protects the Beast!"

Zephyr snickered and smiled at her, like he had a really nasty surprise coming up. Aurelie was writing in her planner and smiling down at it. Belle looked back and forth at them. "Okay you guys are up to something, this early in the morning." Aurelie pushed her black hair behind her shoulders showing one of her ears. "Now would we do that to you....Your Grace." Giving her a distasteful look Belle looked at her father.

Belle moaned. Bastian smiled against her skin. “So... you want me to be rough with you tonight, Bellatrix?” he asked, following the question with a playful nip before soothing the tender spot with his tongue. “I want all of you,” Belle breathed, her voice trembling. “I want every part of you. The hungry side. The possessive side.” “You’re mine,” Bastian whispered as his hand slid lower, removing the rest of her clothing. “Say it again.” “I’m yours,” Belle answered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Only yours, Bastian.”

"All I remember is that she's a brunette and her dress is like yellow, I think" My heart swells, and I think I can see it on his face as he looks back up from his phone to check my reaction. "What?" He asks. "That's Belle, you like Belle" I confirm quietly with a wide grin, a warmth spreading throughout my body as the realisation washes over me. A brunette who likes to read, where have I seen that before? "Which film is that one?" Rhode asks. "Beauty and the Beast, one of my favourites" I tell him. He seems quite pleased with himself, smiling and shrugging his shoulders.