Lovely Belle Novels & Stories

He gave Saber a surprised look, to find the other man was grinning. “Come on,” Saber said. “Let’s get Sleeping Beauty home to her bed.” “I’s not Sleeping Beauty! I don’t want to sleep for a hundred years, then be awakened with a kiss! Could you imagine that morning breath?” Gomez grinned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Who are you then?” Saber asked in a serious voice. “I’s Belle. I tame monsters.” “You certainly do,” Saber told her, staring at her like he’d never seen her before. “The monster-tamer.”

I mean guy player, sex, fast women, fast cars, drinking, clubbing all that kind of shit that I have ever come across and dealing with sports celebrities, I’d know. I take one last inhale of the beautiful fresh and fragrant air as Belle trots back inside, happy with her surroundings and having done her fair amount of sniffing. It’s time to have my shower but first I need to head back to the kitchen for a nice glass of cold water. I’m parched after the travelling. As I open the door, Belle rushes out and trots in front of me. Pretty much where I go, she goes. That and she is a bit nosey. She can’t help herself, what can I say. Always out to investigate.

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.

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.

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.

The toxic chemicals Davey was in the practice of using could easily blow up if it came into contact with an explosive. “Just so long as we’re all on the same page,” she said, gazing through the windshield as they flew through an intersection and began heading into the rural and winding roads of Bellevue. Layla leaned forward, draping her arms around the driver’s and passenger’s seat, as she spoke up over the wind. “That was one hell of a dress you were wearing.” Alarmed, Mira glanced at her, but holding Layla’s gaze was too rattling. “Dress?” asked Carter.

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.