Bella Bloom Onlyfans Novels & Stories

"Come on, girl. I know you two are into each other." "We aren't deviating from this, Bella." Realizing her scheme wasn't working on Susan, Bella went mute. "What I'm trying to point out is this, my dear. You being you isn't a crime. Yeah, I do this business for the bills and shit, but trust me, it's not just that. It's what defines me; a part of me. Running my hands through my unclad self ... it's a feeling more sensual than any man can give me. You must be thinking ... what about people? Your followers? My goodness, Bella. Why were they present in the first place? You have the content they want, baby! Good or bad deeds, they will always have something to say!"

Then I heard it—the soft click of our adjoining bathroom door opening. My eyes flew open. Bella stood there in nothing but a tiny black crop top and matching thong, phone still in her hand, screen dark now. She’d ended the call. Her big brown eyes dragged slowly down my body—spread legs, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my soaked cunt, dildo lying beside me like a promise. A slow, filthy smile curved her plump lips. “Mmm. hungry, April. I think I can help with that pussy,” she said, voice low and dripping with lust.

Probably plotting the next move before the bodies even cooled or they were chugging down a few drinks while they let the whole situation sink in. We waited. Vin was sprawled across the couch like this was just another casual day at home. Scrolling through his phone, grinning like a lunatic. “Bro, some of these comments…” he muttered, tilting the screen toward me. “Someone just offered Sophia twenty grand to start an OnlyFans.” I chuckled; barely. Couldn’t really laugh. Not when my head was still full of Sareena. Her face and her bruises, but mostly those beautiful brown eyes and the way she crashed into me again. That girl’s under my skin in a way I can’t shake.

Now I was sore and pissed. I slumped onto the couch and finally pulled out my phone. Notifications blinked across the screen—some texts, a couple spam emails, and one lonely OnlyFans alert. Anonymous69 just posted. Again. Jesus. He was milking that shoot like it was his personal cash cow. I clicked into the app out of spite. The post had nearly triple the engagement from the last one. Comments, tips, reposts, thirsty messages piling in like a goddamn floodgate had burst open.

She sees me looking at it and blushes before crossing her legs and covering it up with her hand. “So this is the penthouse suite. I’m afraid to ask what it is you do,” she teases. “If I tell you, will it scare you away?” I flirt back with her. “It depends. If you’re in the business of selling body parts, then I’ll have to draw the line,” she says. “It’s worse than that,” I say. “How much worse?” she asks. I wave my hands around me and say, “The reason I can afford all of this is because people pay to see my feet on OnlyFans.”

Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

ONE — A PURE VIRGIN OMEGA DIANDRA I collapsed back on the bed with a soft moan, panting as the last waves of my climax ebbed away. My fingers moved between my legs at a fast pace. “One last time,” I said to myself as I grabbed the vibrator I snatched during my forbidden visit to the human world two months ago. I placed it on my clit as it hummed, bringing the fire back to my body, causing my body to clench tight in desire.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

Oh sorry I didn't introduce myself, my bad. Hi… I’m Bella. My name is Bella. I’m twenty-one, filthy rich thanks to my parents, brilliant in every class I touch, and until recently the star captain of the basketball team. I’m also a complete slut. Bi as hell and addicted to sex like it’s oxygen. It started at eighteen. A girl and a guy dragged me into my first threesome. That night broke something in me, or woke it up. Ever since, I’ve been chasing that high every single day. They’re both long gone now, moved on with their lives, but I’m still here… suffering, craving, addicted.

“That’s it.” The next morning, they both bore bruises—hers physical, his emotional. Still, Zara showed up to the war council meeting at the Crescent Court. Ruby met her at the gate with two espresso shots and a grim expression. “You made the news.” Zara blinked. “What?” Ruby pulled out her phone. A supernatural gossip blog blazed across the screen: > “Beast Billionaire’s Human Mate Linked to Ancient Blood Curse” Sources say the new Luna may not survive her first transformation. Victor Vale calls for firm investigation.