Novel & Cerita Lovely Belle

Mrs Larkson said to her friend before returning her attention to Ben and Belle. "You didn't tell me you were going introduce my daughter-in-law to me today, I would have gotten her a gift or something." She pulled on Ben's ear to whisper to him. "Mum, don't do that in front of her, please?" Ben scratched his ear after she left it and noticed Belle smiling at what just happened. "What's your name, dear?" Ben's mother asked Belle. "My name is Belle." "Aww, she's so pretty. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Arin asked randomly and I could not help the laugh that escaped my lips. "They've even introduced someone to me," I replied to him and now it was his turn to laugh. "Sometimes I wonder what parents think. Do they still think arranged marriages can actually work? Anyways, tell me about the girl. Is she pretty? Is she shorter than you? How about her front side? Is it worth looking at? I'm asking because I know you like busty girls and all of your girlfriends have to have full breasts," he joked and I momentarily picture her in my mind. Saying she isn't pretty would be a huge lie on my part but if there's something I've learnt in life, it's to avoid beautiful women. They're dangerous.

I hope you enjoyed The Lovable daughter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to comment and leave a review. Stay safe Love Peyton ****** The Party ****** Amelia POV Once we walk into the ballroom of the hotel I feel tears spilling down my eyes. It’s beautiful. It’s all the way I wanted since I was a kid. All white and light pink. It’s beautiful. People are clapping as we walk hand in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Wood” - I hear the organiser saying.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

The door opens and he gestures for me to go inside. A mass of black fur runs from a bedroom into Darren’s arms. Darren reaches down as though he were a baseball catcher and has the dog swept into his arms in seconds. Darren turns around and offers the dog to me belly up as he rubs her pink tummy. “This is Louise,” he says to me, without taking his eyes off the dog. “Shilo’s baby.” he explains. I start petting Louise while he holds her, but she’s wiggling too much and Darren has to set her down.

She began fixing my hair and it did not take her a long time to finish since my hair was not too long. When I was done, I was transformed into Belle from the live action Disney Movie Beauty and the Beast when I wore my yellow gown. The gown smelled like flower from the laundry and my heels looked tremendously pretty which I adored aside from the fact that it was on sale. I watch as Martha did her own make up for her Catwoman look and how skillful she was when she started applying her eyeshadow on.

We're at the beach enjoying the sun, the breeze and the smell of the ocean. "Mamá! Bampás chase me." Atlas giggles showcasing his right dimple, he runs in a circle with Basil chasing him. His red curls bounce with each step and his bright green eyes are happy. Calliope is next to me building a sandcastle, with her dark wavy hair and midnight blue eyes she almost looks exactly like Basil. "Baby how about you go play with Atlas and Bampás." She shakes her head. "No, I stay with sister and mamá." She's stubborn just like her father. A babbling Eleni sits on my lap drooling on her fist.

Chapter 49. She blinked. ‘What about “Toby”?’ He shook his head. First love… And suddenly it came to him. He typed in a name…was offered the hint again. He tried it again without the capital and he was in. ‘What was it?’ she asked. ‘It’s “harry”. All lower case.’ ‘Harry? Who’s Harry?’ ‘He was a puppy Dad bought him for his fifth birthday. A liver and white springer spaniel. Completely brainless, but it was love at first sight.’

The question landed in the middle of the room and sat there. I looked at my father, and he looked back at me with patience "She's fine," I said. "I'd like to see her." He requested. "She's…" "Konstantin." Arande's voice came from the doorway. She crossed the room toward us with ease. Her hair was still in place. Her posture was perfect. Her dress had not a crease in it. She bent and pressed a kiss to my father's cheek and he reached up and patted her hand, and the whole thing looked like a painting of a happy family dinner.

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.