Lovely Belle Novels & Stories

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”

Perfect, she was ready now! When he opened the door for Billy, he held his breath. Billy was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world... With this beautiful dress on, she was simply gorgeous, but the best thing she had on was that happy smile that could be seen on her lips, a smile that was giving her a particular glow. “We'll have an amazing day, Belle!” Billy said as he was driving towards the villa. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see. My mom told me that maybe Richard, Christine, and the two girls will join us later...”

This was such a long day, he thought. Nolan was a person, you will call beautiful. The type of person that can dress like a girl and look beautiful as a girl. If someone were to tell you, he was a boy, you wouldn't believe that person. He was almost a seventeen years old lad, who was almost six feet tall, with black shiny beautiful eyes, light shiny blue hair, red lips and white skin filled with scars and bruises, virtually at his back, which were mostly on his back. Because he was a beautiful boy, with long eyelashes, he trimmed almost every two months, both genders wanted to have a taste of him, by getting into his bed. He wanted to avoid that and kept himself pure and obeyed every word hi

The cottages—which, from Lily’s understanding, were scattered throughout the country—provided a safe haven for packless wolves. A bemused grin crossed his lips. “How’s a pack wolf like you know anything about that?” She shrugged. “My cousin, Belle. The one you met in the vampires’ cells. She’s told me plenty about rebels.” A once-rebel wolf and physician who’d been coerced into a nefarious pack called the Wild Eight, Belle Beaumont was now as Grey Wolf as they came, considering she was mated to the Grey Wolf high commander, Colt Cavanaugh. Rebel cast Lily a dark glance. “If you’ve got a problem roughing it, you can thank your brute of a brother. There’re no rebel houses within a hundred-mile

Chapter Eighteen First Person’s Perspective Belle Believe me when I tell you, Madam Lorraine went all out And by all out, I mean she turned the entire main hall into a party space complete with decorations, catered food, and enough champagne to drown a small army “Is this really necessary?” I asked as she adjusted a banner that read “Congratulations Belle!” “Of course it is! You cleared your name, sweetheart, that’s worth celebrating” “It’s a little much, don’t you think?”

“Do you need it?” She swallowed. She hadn’t used the Bell in days, was afraid of what the withdrawal would be like. On the other hand, maybe Fallon’s…attentions…would mitigate any lingering problems. Making love to him did seem to give the same sort of pleasure, only deeper and fuller. She blushed just thinking about it. “No. Better keep it here, just in case.” Fallon studied her color and handed the Bell back to his cousin. “Very well. Are you ready to go, Rain?”

Dove faked a sad expression. “No dove it’s not like that...actually Ferris asked me not to tell anyone....you know he was so crazy in love with me! Always asking me out! I had rejected him many times than he gifted me a horse and you know much I love horses, my heart instantly melted on his care and love and I said yes to him and from that onwards we were seeing each other— “Welcome home, Mr. Kingston.” Lily’s sentence made Hazel halt in her long list of lies only to show that men also gives her importance. She was about to utter few more of lies but her voice struck in her throat on hearing Mr. Kingston....

46 A tiny ray of sunlight from the slightly parted hospital blinds covered one side of the girl's face and Belle watched her closely, studying every of her physical feature as far as her eyes could go; not in a gay way though, not that there's anything wrong with being gay. Belle couldn't help but admire how beautiful the girl was, her beauty was delightful to experience. Belle felt like she was watching a still beauty contest and this girl was a sure winner. Her long curly hair cataracted down the side of the pillow like a torrent and Belle was nothing less than enchanted. Her pale cheeks longed for Belle's caring touch as she was already bewitched by this newfound unintentional connection

I'm sorry for leaving without telling you Love, Tuna I chuckled reading it and looked at the doll. I smiled and looked at the car. I like the doll better than the car. I got out from the car and walked back into my house. I opened the new iPhone and got a note with a tuna sketch on it. She really loves tuna huh? I'm sorry for everything. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Tuna I chuckled again looking at it and I can't believe she made this. I looked at the doll and the notes. I took out my phone and decided to change Beverly's name into Tuna. I laughed weirdly seeing it.

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”