The Belle Of Belgrave Square Novels & Stories

I shook my head and leaned forward slightly, "who gave you to them, Jade?" She looked at me and took a long breath in as I watched her shoulders move with it and I watched the confidence that had been sitting in her voice quietly drain out of it like water leaving a glass and when she spoke again her voice was smaller, more careful, like the name she was about to say had a weight that she had been carrying for a long time and setting it down in front of me was costing her something. "Vivienne Belmont," she said. The name hit me like something physical.

“What?” “Hmm,” Her blue gems slowly raked over Daniella’s face. Dola’s gaze lowered for a moment, observing her neck as her light pools of blue quickly began to darken. As her heated hues of midnight blue flittered back up, soaking in Daniella’s flushed cheeks and wavering scowl, Dola smirked. “Still a feisty little minx, I see.” “Excuse you-” Dola turned to me, “So what’s the problem with Chandler getting married?”

Hunter asked Belle, ready to run into the tigers' territory right then and there and ask if they were trying to make a fool of him. “Uh… I think this is her.” Belle blinked, as shocked as he felt, as the modestly dressed girl approached the altar, allowing him to notice that she had a tiny bouquet of camellias in her hands, as well as having her face hidden by a semi-transparent veil that could not hid a lot of her facial features, especially not in front of eyes like Hunter's “I think… Maybe she wanted to make a good impression?” his cousin asked, looking as unconvinced of that possibility as he was.

I looked at Belle, who was standing by the door, both heels on, bag over her shoulder, chin raised, ready for war. "Let's go," I said. ~~~ The Crescent Harbour Central Police Station sat on the corner of Ashworth Boulevard and Ninth Street, a squat, grey building with the architectural charm of a concrete shoebox. Belle pulled her car into the visitor lot, killed the engine, and turned to look at me. "How are you feeling?" "Like I'm about to throw up." "Okay. But are you going to throw up?" "Probably not." "Good enough." She grabbed her bag. "Let's go."

I shouted as I snatched away the tie from my neck and threw it somewhere I didn't even know. "Delo! Let me make this for you," I heard Genevieve's voice. I turned back. "No! It's alright. I can handle it," I said. "Delo! You're bleeding. You're mad. You do that when...," her voice was interrupted. "When he is mad?" Belle's voice came in. She was all dressed up in sky blue gown, off shouldered. Her beauty bones were looking so pretty and her hair was done so prettily. Her make up wasn't extreme but it was just perfect for her.

Heavy rain poured over Eastbourne that night, masking the sound of Belle’s footsteps in the dim hallway outside Bastian’s apartment. She wore a long black trench coat, the hood covering half of her face. Belle glanced left and right, making sure none of her father’s men or Renee’s spies had followed her. This was a reckless night for Belle. She was lying again, telling everyone she was staying over at Eve’s place. She had even deliberately parked her car near Eve’s house before taking a taxi to Bastian’s apartment.

My name was Elsie Rivers, and I was a freshman in the dance department at an arts academy. I looked like I was born to dance, with curves in all the right places, a slim waist, and especially long legs that drew eyes wherever I went. Walking down the street, I could easily make any man hard if the breeze just lifted my skirt ever so slightly. Because of that, people called me the kind of campus beauty that only came around once a century. Yet behind my glamorous appearance, there was something no one knew. I couldn't even manage the most basic split—not because I wasn't flexible enough, but rather because I was acutely sensitive.

As Bella descended the grand staircase, her burgundy gown seemed to transform her into a portrait of grace and beauty, a captivating presence that drew the admiring gaze of those who caught sight of her. As Bella gracefully descended the grand staircase, her burgundy gown shimmering like a deep crimson sunset, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease bubbling beneath her poised exterior. While she had grown up attending countless lavish events hosted by her parents, she had never quite felt at ease in this world of opulence and extravagance.

She loathed me. I didn’t care if she hated me. At least not until now. “Did you catch it Camilla?” “No. The damn thing is too fast”. I stopped in my tracks when I heard her voice. She was in the garden. I watched from the window as she and another maid laughed as she chased a little rabbit. I didn’t move from that spot, it was like I was trapped or entranced. I had never seen her smile so brightly before. Her smile… It was so warm and comforting, like a nice summer day where everything just felt right.