Bea La Fea Novels & Stories

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.

Bella said with a triumphant smile. Feby replied to this statement with a light chuckle. She took one step forward and said, “You feel you have the upper hand. Dear Ms. Bella, please don't forget that I am Om Sandi's legal wife. So just watch. I will make him fall in love with me.” “Try it if you can.” “Alright. With pleasure,” Feby replied with a big smile. Now Feby stepped casually towards Sandi's room. Deliberately heating Bella who was currently looking at her with hostile eyes. Then she deliberately closed the door once she got there.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

Callum did not continue what he was about to say when he saw Caleb stop in front of Bea and held her hands as they walked together. He looked at Bea and realized that the woman was indeed beautiful. Though she said that she lived in the province, nothing in her appearance looked like a conservative town girl. She had milky white and flawless skin as if the sun never affected her complexion. Her facial features were all soft from her tantalizing brown eyes with long dark lashes, to her small pointed nose, and her pinkish lips that were covered with daring bold red lipstick. She wore an off-shoulder sparkly black dress that glitters from the light. It had an above-the-knee length and it showed

Fabe tilted her head to the side, still feeling groggy. She blinks her eyes to focus on the unfamiliar place she's in. "Where am I?" she said, holding her head. "Miss," Layla said, checking her temperature. Fabe got a slight fever last night and was under observation due to her condition. "Who are you?" Fabe kept blinking her eyes, becoming delirious, and couldn't recognize Layla. Then the pain hit her back to her senses.

comment, and I couldn’t help but join in. “Your boys are trouble, I can tell,” I said, grinning. “Just like their mom.” “Damn right,” Cassie said, tossing her hair. “They keep Josh on his toes.” Bea, who’d been quiet, smiled softly and showed us a photo of her daughter. “This is my girl, Zoe,” she said. “She’s my little princess.” “She’s beautiful, Bea,” I said, my heart warming. “Look at that smile.” “Your turn, Ella,” Ava said, nudging me. “Show us Lily.”

What could be happening that had her so shocked? There she was, Patricia, holding his daughter in her arms, her pretentious ass smiling down at the child. Beside her stood another walking mannequin, trying her hardest to be like Patricia. Beau was about to snap at the older woman when the feeling of Kaia's fingers lightly brushing his stopped him in his tracks. He visibly exhaled slowly and instead of looking at his mother, his focus sat on the ferocious woman slowly seething beside him. It had been a while since he had seen her look this sexy. She was in absolute mama bear mode and Beau could not be more attracted to her.

I stood up at once. “Bella, you’re here!” Rebby exclaimed, dropping the bags when she saw Fae. “Ah!” she screamed. “What is this backstabbing slut doing here?” she demanded. Fae sprang to her feet. “Excuse me, last time I checked, your boyfriend asked for it and begged for it,” Fae shot back.

She watched him drink out of his glass nonchalantly, oblivious to the sudden rush of curiosity his words had just unearthed. "Who's that?" She asked. His eyes darted to hers, running from one of hers to the other. "Stop it. You don't know who Macy Beaumont is?" Elizabeth slowly shook her head, muttering the word, "No." She watched him observe her closely. After a while, he began to smile. "Well, shit. Never in my days would I have thought that I would meet a female who doesn't know Macy Beaumont." "Who is she?" "Macy Beaumont is one of America's most sought after models. A french goddess, complete with poise and natural seduction. A woman who knows she's wanted," he ended, taking a drink out

she snapped. From a side corridor in the cave, two guards emerged, dragging a fae between them. She was dressed in a soft pastel blue gown—elegant, simple. Her hair was golden, curled gently down her shoulders, her eyes green like deep forest moss. Familiar. Like Baelorins. “Feena,” Baelorin said, barely a breath. His body shifted, the grip on me faltering for a fraction of a second. Then he composed himself. “Take her to Valen,” he instructed the guards coldly.