Novel & Cerita Alena Love Belly

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

"Let me finish seasoning it before you eat the profits. You’re worse than Damon." "I can't help it!" Leela protested, popping the bread into her mouth and rubbing her round, hard belly with her other hand. "The baby is starving, Elana. He’s demanding carbs. It’s a hostage situation. If I don't send down bread, he starts kicking the bladder." "Well, tell the hostage taker to give me five minutes," Elana laughed, turning back to the stove to add a pinch of salt.

Michael stared at the girl he loved and called his daughter, knowing right now it was not Ayla but Alune; he still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that his daughter was now something much more than he once thought. “Are we ready, elf? I mean, Alaina…or whatever your name is?” Alune looked bored. Ayla was only allowing her the barest of control; she wasn’t impressed; it was easy to see. “Yes, please begin; I will follow your lead”, Aleena replied with a slight bow.

There were a couple of gold hoops on each side of it. It’s yours.” There’s that female voice again. “Mine? But I’m afraid I can’t take it.” “Take good care of it.” The voice echoed then faded to silence as if the woman who was speaking left. A loud knock on the door woke Ellaine up. It swung a little bit and revealed Aunt Caroline’s face. She sang ‘Happy Birthday’ softly. “I’ve made us a little meal for celebration. Come along.” She said after she finished singing. “Okay. I’ll come down in three minutes.”

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

They were alone at home as Bellyana had left an hour ago. Bellyana had to leave the town for performing an urgent surgery on some serious patient. She said she would come back in a few days and Aniya respected her decision. Bellyana was really very dedicated towards her work and it was under her observation and treatment, Flora was recovering so well finally.

Slowly, Lydia felt some pain in her belly. More and more water was flowing out of her p.ussy and the sheets were wet. "Vince......" Lydia's voice went from a moan to pain, "My belly hurts." Vince, who had been immersed in l.ust, suddenly came to his senses and turned on the light, "What's wrong with you?" "I don't know." Lydia had her hands over her belly. Vince saw that Lydia's pajama pants were wet. This was not normal. "I'll take you to the hospital." Vince carried Lydia to the garage and drove to the private hospital.

"Lee? You still there?" "Yeah," Aleena whispered, her voice incredibly quiet. "Was that... him?" "Yeah," I said, rubbing my temples where a dull ache was starting to pulse. "He's still trying to play the protective provider. Sending up high-end pastries like that's going to wipe away a fake pregnancy headline." "Are you going to eat it?"