The Belle Of Belgrave Square Novels & Stories

“She’s a rare beauty, Douglas. How kind of you to think of us.” “Look at her skin, it’s so smooth. It must be nice to bounce against her.” “Tsk, her panties are so wet. Young women nowadays are too open. I bet she can’t wait for us to pleasure her.” They were slowly closing in on me. My body turned red from their warmth. “No… Don’t…” They were grabbing me everywhere. I shivered as pleasure washed all over me.

Instead, he had turned my life into a commodity, trading my location to a mafia boss to clear a gambling debt. Karl walked up slowly behind me, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light from the tall vertical windows. He didn't offer a gentle embrace. He reached out, his long fingers wrapping around my right wrist with a crushing, possessive grip that forced me to turn and look into his unblinking eyes. "He's at the lakeside estate," I whispered, tears of pure anger and heartbreak finally burning down my cheeks. "Karl, he sold me. He wanted me dead."

He was there with his date, Cecilia Smith. “Do you see them?” Samuel moved his chin over Amy and Jacob. “Yes, the man proposes to his girlfriend. Isn’t it romantic?” “Ha! Romantic? What if the girl rejects him?” Cecilia shook her head. “I don’t think she will do that. But, wait! I think I know them. The man is Jacob Jefferson, the heir to The House of Glam, while the woman is Amy Brooke, the first daughter of Peter Brooke. Peter Brooke is a genius at creating jewelry. Do you know Jewelry Palace?”

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Belle's POV I watched her smile trickle to the floor. Her smile could light up an entire room- A lighthouse in human form. She looked like a goddess. The diamonds on her neck screamed of immense wealth and luxury she was accustomed and born into, her wedding dress made of the best pearls man could find which accentuated her hourglass figure. Her skin tone shone brightly oiled. The crown on her head, her light make up seemed expertly done.

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds

In his conversation with Belle, the last time they met, she had told him that she was a retired 'cyber crime fisher' as she put it. Three minutes later, From her dimly lit small house, Jack saw her. She was outside her portico, sipping red wine, like there was no tomorrow, but when he got closer, he could hear her heart hammering against her chest, and she was breaking out in a cold sweat in that chilly weather. "Belle?" He called from that distance, but soon recoiled when he noticed a man come out of the house and drag her by her hair. The empty bottle of wine shattered on the floor, and her glass followed.

Two very familiar faces. And at the sight of them my heart rate picked up. Morgan and Bailey West. Morgan looked beautiful as always. She had always taken care of her appearance and had done so since her teens. But Bailey… well… she looked different. Not her usual self. In truth, she was never ugly, but she never made the most of what she had. Yes, when she came back from university her image had changed a little, like she was trying too hard. Straightening her curls, her glasses gone, and experimenting with various fashion styles. But today, she looked stunning. Classy even. In a simple, form-fitting maroon dress with a scooped neck, with a hem line finishing just above her knees. Showing o

Belle playfully exclaimed with a very sweet smile, causing Beam to blush. "I'm honored to meet the very famous surgeon and philanthropist, Dr. Belle Perez-DelValle. You greatly inspired me Dr. Belle" Beam sincerely muttered with so much admiration. "Oh, thank you, Dr. Beam. If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me. I will give you my number" Belle returned to her seat and grabbed her bag to get her phone. Everyone also took their seats when the only woman in the group was seated. "I will get your number too so we could exchange messages" Belle pulled out her phone and gave her number to Beam while Beam did the same. They looked so happy while exchanging numbers. Their husbands are amu

Elias watches Belle, an eighteen-year-old with a mix of innocence and defiance, as she stands on an auction stage. Driven by her sister's debt, Belle is forced to participate in the auction, where Elias bids for her and wins. He takes her to his penthouse, asserting hi… ************************ The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of desperation and desire. I stood at the back, my eyes locked on her like a predator stalking its prey. Belle.

“We find Belle. We buy time. And when the moment’s right, we end this.” I nod, swallowing hard. But Delphine’s voice cuts across the room again. “I do hope all the guests will enjoy tomorrow’s showcase,” she says with mock sweetness. “I hear the final lot is particularly… delicate. Untouched. From a reputable family. Quite the little rose.” My fingers curl into fists. I know who she’s talking about. Belle.