“And now, if you’ll excuse me, Archdeacon, I must give these to the Belles of Notre Dame.”
Le Jour d'Amour was everyone in Paris’ favourite holiday, and it had rapidly become Clopin Trouillefou’s too. As he stood on the steps of Notre Dame, selling the yellow गुलाब that were the symbol of this particular holiday, to those who would proclaim their प्यार for their partners in a matter of days, Clopin smiled to himself. Eight years ago, he had met the woman of his dreams. Well, no, that wasn’t strictly true – they had met once before that, back when he was seventeen and she only seven – but eight years पूर्व their paths had crossed again and they had been swept up in an adventure...
Belle smiled to herself as she finished stacking the last shelfload of books. It was almost time to shut up shop, so she leaned down the ladder and addressed the small, fair haired girl sitting with her nose deep in a book.
“Angie. Angie, sweetie.”
The girl looked up. “Sorry, Mama, did आप say something?”
“It’s nearly time to go.”
“Oh, but I’m in the middle of this great book-”
“Then आप can take it with you. I’m sure Mr Bookkeeper won’t mind.” Belle slid down the ladder and held out her hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”
Spirit looked and saw the faces of his mother, Juliana, Sir Lionel, and best of Kayley
[This is the prologue for my new प्रशंसक fic]
Kayley was excited, today Esperzana (her mother's horse) was about to give birth. She had been waiting for days then she heard the sound of a horse whinnying in pain. Kayley ran to the stable to find her father was already there trying to calm her down. Kayley sat down अगला to her and stroked the mare gently, urging her to keep pushing. Then a little yellow head appeared neighing loudly. The little guy blinked he looked around and saw the faces of his mom, Lionel, Juliana, and best of all Kayley. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Juliana asked "what...
When seventeen साल old Jim Hawkins turns to his great grandmother for सलाह on love, the Empress tells him a story of a young woman and an older man...
In the late 1400s (1482 to be precise) a young woman named Belle becomes a maid and personal assistant to the much older Judge Claude Frollo. Frollo finds himself attracted to her angelic voice, as well as her kind nature and soon an unconventional romance develops.
But this is France in a time when such things are frowned upon.
Belle's best फ्रेंड्स Aurora and Ariel can't help thinking there's something strangely unnatural about Belle's relationship...
Shock overcame Belle as she stared up at the woman.
“Belle,” whispered Sarah Clayton, looking down at the young woman.
Mother and daughter stared at one another a विभाजित करें, विभक्त करें सेकंड longer, and then Sarah dived to the floor and hugged Belle fiercely. Belle returned it, digging her fingers into her mother’s clothing, just to convince herself that this was real. She had pictured this दिन in her childhood dreams, a दिन when she would meet her parents again, but she had always imagined it would be in heaven, long after her death.
“Oh, Mama!” she exclaimed, her voice catching on a sob in her...