Apocalypse Bella Novels & Stories

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

"That's right, young lady. Don't be too ruthless! Hurry and give everyone some food!" More and more people chimed in. "Calm down, everyone." I chuckled and paused for a moment. "You can have some food. But Uncle Adam, we're in an apocalypse. You have to follow the rules." "What rules?" Uncle Adam asked anxiously. "Give me five million dollars or call me 'Master.'" Some of the people who came with him could not help but burst out laughing. Uncle Adam's face turned crimson as he trembled with rage, but he could hear the faint roars of zombies behind him. The commotion they made had attracted the zombies.

Using the actor's account, I sent her another message. [You're really pretty, but those bags you carry are obviously fake. It doesn't look very classy.] [The next time I book you to accompany me to a dinner, you'll need to carry a real one. Don't embarrass me.] Janet was furious. Completely triggered, she immediately turned her attention to me. "Ella, can you lend me a few designer bags? Just to help me keep up the appearances. We're best friends, right? You wouldn't want me to embarrass myself out there."

I am as good as dead, I thought. GABRIEL I was just about to leave the office when my phone started to ring. It was my Bella, I had saved her new number as ‘MY LIFE’ and with a happy smile plastered on my face, I answered, “Missing me already, my love?” But instead of her voice, I heard, “Hey, Gabe, it’s Neo. You need to get down to the Bakery Now!” The urgency in his voice said it all. Something bad had happened. When I reached the bakery, the place was crawling with cops, and I could see some of my men already there too. I told the cop who was blocking the entrance who I was, and he let me go in. The scene before me was gruesome! There were blood and broken glass pieces just about everywhe

I heard three dings in rapid succession. Then: “Give us fifteen minutes.” “I’m wearing a bonnet, but I’m coming.” “This better be worth me pausing Bridgerton.” I buried my face in the pillow again.This was how I died. Death by hype squad. ______ I should’ve known she wouldn’t let it go. Sophia didn’t just call the girls. She summoned the entire council. A few minutes later, our apartment sounded like a club on free drinks night. “This better be good,” Zara announced first, sweeping into my room like she owned it and honestly, she kind of did. Her nails were gold tipped, her braids were freshly done, and she smelled like mango body butter and judgment.

“But I can’t talk about it. Not yet. Just… please, watch over Lila if I ever ask. No questions.” There was a beat of silence. “I will,” he said, no hesitation. After the call ended, Bella rose to her feet. She stared out her window at the glowing Boston skyline. Below, the world bustled in ignorant peace, but above, where the powerful lived and played, the war had already begun. She wasn’t running anymore. Jason needed to see the video. But more than that, she needed to confront Veronica. Not as a pawn. Not as a victim. As a mother. As a woman betrayed.

"The Ember Sanctum was empty. No Belarie. No Jeffrey. No Onika. Nothing." Annie's eyes were empty and exhausted. A tear slipped down her chin. "But we found—" Kael stopped, his jaw tightening. He couldn't finish. Dante's voice was hollow. "We found Brie. Her body. What was left of it." The room went very still. "We took her to the morgue," Killian said, his voice breaking. "We'll give her a proper burial. A funeral. She deserves—" Dante leaned back and sighed. “Fantastic. A funeral.” He nodded slowly. “Love that plan. Very respectful. Only a tiny scheduling issue… Belarie’s currently auditioning for Apocalypse: The Musical.”

Her apartment was quiet when she got back. She sat on the edge of the bed still in her dress and ran through it again, not emotionally, just piece by piece. The pause bella gave before answering the age question. The way she’d shifted herself between Valentina and the children without seeming like she meant to. How quickly she’d gotten them out of there and the excuse that hadn’t really landed Valentina traced it back further. Bella disappeared three years ago. Completely, with no contact and no sightings and now she was back with a fully built foundation and possibly two children nobody had ever seen before.

“I need you to move faster on those hospital records. And find out exactly how much Damson’s mother knows about the car accident that killed Maya’s parents. I want everything by morning.” He paused, listening. “Yes. Whatever it takes.” Marcus ended the call and looked up at the ceiling, toward the room where Maya and Leo were both sleeping under the same roof. Then he whispered to the empty room, voice low and deadly. “They want war? They just got one.” But across the city, in a quiet apartment, Bella sat on the couch scrolling through her phone. A new notification popped up. She opened it and smiled slowly. The video. The same one that had been sent to Maya.

Chapter 4 Bella I’d been raped. He hit me, forced me down and raped me. I can’t believe this happened. I can’t breathe. I feel like the whole world is spinning around so fast and I can’t move. I feel sick. My life is over, nobody will want me now. He took it, he took my virginity. Why is everything spinning? I could hear someone calling my name, it sounded faded, like a ghost. How can a ghost be calling my name? Am I dead? “Bella!” I heard them call again. Who is calling me? Why does it sound so far away? I can hear engines, lots of them. Not car engines, motorbike engines. I don’t know anyone with a bike. Do I? I’m confused. Lots of lights flashing around me now. It’s dark outside and now I