Belle: A Retelling of "Beauty and the Beast"The story of Beauty and the Beast finds new life in this magical and imaginative retelling that’s filled with romance and adventure. By the time her sixteenth birthday comes around, Belle feels more convinced than ever that she is being called by the wrong name. Unlike her older sisters Celeste and April, whose names suit them perfectly, Belle knows that she is not beautiful. She begs to be called by her given name, Annabelle—or even Anna for short—but to no avail. Her solace is her wood-carving hobby, and she longs to find the Heartwood tree: Legend has it that, when carved by the right hands, it can reveal the face of one’s true love. One day, during a fierce storm, Belle’s father stumbles upon the fabled tree—only to become ensnarled by it and come face-to-face with a terrifying and lonely Beast, who will set him free on one condition: that Belle carves the Heartwood. Belle agrees, never dreaming that she and the Beast have the same wish: to be seen not with the eyes of the mind, but of the heart. |
Contents
Section 13 | 100 |
Section 14 | 107 |
Section 15 | 112 |
Section 16 | 123 |
Section 17 | 132 |
Section 18 | 142 |
Section 19 | 152 |
Section 20 | 164 |
Section 9 | 68 |
Section 10 | 76 |
Section 11 | 82 |
Section 12 | 92 |
Section 21 | 181 |
Section 22 | 186 |
Section 23 | 199 |
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