Lovely Belle Novels & Stories

I didn’t go out on dates, but when I needed to dress up for something like a celebration, I did, and it was no problem for me. Dresses, high heels, and makeup were familiar to me I liked being makeup. Not Beka, she always had too much makeup on her, and it took some time for her to do so. Amy, her mother was proud of her cute blond girl, with brown eyes and a tall, well-shaped body. I guess she saw herself in Beka when she was her age. I thought that she looked okay, considering that they were werewolves and aged slowly, and her late husband was dead for 5 years now, so...

She smiled a little bit at me, giving me comfort and assurance. "Hello, Madam. I'm Beauty, a good friend of your son. Your son bought you your favorite flowers." She slowly placed flowers on my mother's grave. "Don't you know that yellow is my favorite too? I also like pink roses. It's nice to meet you." Beauty dipped her head halfway and shut her eyes. She seems like she's offering a peaceful prayer. I felt my jaw tense up. I took out the sunshade from my back pocket and put it on. I watched Beauty kneeling and tenderly caressing my mother's engraved name.

A little gold plate on the top bar reads Bella’s Place. “Rowan…” I whisper, my heart squeezing. He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. “You said you always wanted one. Somewhere peaceful. Somewhere just yours.” I can’t stop smiling as I sit on it. “It’s beautiful.” He steps behind me and gives a gentle push. The swing moves back and forth, creaking softly. The sun filters through the leaves, lighting his face in shades of gold. But then—suddenly—the world tilts. My stomach flips.

I locked my phone screen and watched as it went black. My fingers unconsciously tightened, crumpling the study abroad application form in front of me. In the classroom, the students' chatter continued. "Wow! Jemima Ford is fully aware of how attractive she is. I heard even matchmaking agencies have reached out to her!" "Right? She just came back from studying abroad. She's also got a car and a house. She's pretty and rich." "Look at Professor Dawson's expression. She's looking at Jemima like she's her future daughter-in-law!"

Belle smiled at the few staff who recognized her. She tried not to grab anyone’s attention. Okay, maybe a little. She may have kept her silence, but she has been possessed with her flair for the dramatic. She wore the perfect black dress, hugging her curves perfectly, and dark red lipstick like a typical movie villain. She contemplated adding sunglasses but thought nah, that would be too much.

Same with the young lady. "are you okay ma'am.. "Beloveth said, staring at the aged woman.." "yeah am fine... " the woman said... "I am so sorry, Miss " Beloveth apologized... "It's nothing... You are very pretty " The young lady said... "What's your name dear, " The woman asked.. "My name is Beloveth... " she said "my name is peace, it's nice meeting you ..pretty barbie " peace said.. "umm I would like to go now, see you later... " Beloveth said, rushing her words..

"In fact, I think I'll join you." Her robe fell to the floor revealing a perfect body with full tits and hard nipples. Her shaved pussy puffed out from between her thighs. Pink folds peeked from the gash down the middle. Lisa and I were too startled to respond. Belle climbed into the bed and, without asking, got on her knees and buried her face in Lisa's pussy.

moreover, this brave lass has thrown a rag to his face as if he is some trash can. But when that girl lifted her head, she was really beautiful. Not the usual beauty of other girls who put on makeup all over their faces. He can see that she didn't put any powder on her fair face. Also, and the most appealing thing, was her brown almond eyes, they were really charming. And her angry expression was really cute. He thought that he must have lost his mind, but he can't deny that his heart skipped a beat. While still wondering about these strange feelings that he got for this strange girl. Someone near him said with a sweet but angry voice :

She straightens and looks down Bella's body, before she starts touching her again, all soft caresses, staying away from anything important. There's not really that much of Bella's torso left that's not either covered by her corset or with rope so Charlotte walks around her to stroke her thighs, making Bella strain a little towards her in hopes that Charlotte will touch her in more intimate places than her knees. Beth and Peter return, making Bella look away from Charlotte and regard the other two upside-down as she hangs her head. Peter is armed with a heavy flogger and a paddle while Beth seems to have

He left, and I sat down in the styling chair as a beautiful woman approached with a friendly smile. “So,” she said playfully, “I didn’t know you and Mr Knight were…” she winked. I chuckled and shook my head. “No. It’s nothing like that.” She relaxed. “Good. Hi, I’m Belle. I work as a makeup artist, hair stylist, and product tester for Sheill Beauty.” The name hit me like ice water. Belle. My smile stiffened. “I’m Lena,” I replied carefully. “I work at Harrington Company. I’m just friends with Mr Knight.”