Bella Drowned Novels & Stories

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“The Verdant Gang will be destroyed solely because of you.” Bella struggled hard to break free. She did not want to watch any further. When blood splashed on her pale skin, she screamed. The terrifying scene before her was like hell on earth. No sane person could handle such a sight. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. When things finally quietened, Bella looked around. There were corpses everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed. Everyone in the Verdant Gang had been killed. Even Lloyd and the executives were dead. Bella was stunned.

I said dismissively. *** As soon as the guards left, Bella walked into my office. She had a worried look on her face, “What is this I hear about dead bodies?” she asked walking towards me. Just then my phone rang. While I was still speaking to the caller, Denver walked in. I dropped my call and turned to them, “Mara is dead!” I said. “What!” Denver shouted and I nodded. Bella gasped, “How? What happened to her?” she asked.

"I've had enough. Keep your critical attitude to yourself. She's my sister, Cornelia. I won't stand for you to run her down anymore." Cornelia gaped at him bug-eyed. He'd never before contradicted her. About anything. Just then a full-screen photo of a smiling Bella appeared on the television. Tre turned up the volume. "…is missing and presumed dead," the anchor said. "She was in Italy shooting an episode on the island of Sardinia when the earthquake hit. Again, Bella Grant, host of the TLC travel show, Two Streets Over, is missing and presumed dead in the aftermath of this quake." Tre had no idea what time it would be in Sardinia. It was daylight in the live footage from the disa

“Don't lie to me, Darian. That's the only thing I've ever been able to count on you for, telling me the truth.” “I'm not lying,” he said, his voice softening. “I'm sorry. I just had to know if you were still in there, if there was any part of you that was still my soulmate.” “There isn't,” Bella laughed bitterly. “You can't be so stupid that you haven't figured that out by now! The Bella you loved is gone. I killed Jeff's parents and I killed Clive Burns. I lured him to me after I manipulated you and Victor into leaving so I could hunt people. Even though I changed my mind at the last minute, it was too late. Maybe subconsciously I knew he was a monster, too, maybe I wanted an excuse—”

Then it lurched “Belle,” Hazel exclaimed, dropping her paddle and reaching for Hazel. But it was too late. Splash. Belle fell overboard, right off the boat and into the water. She was wearing a life jacket, thank the moon goddess. But she must have got caught up in a rip tide, or underwater current, because she began drifting away from us. “Mamma! Aunty Hazel,” she said, reaching out her arm. She was terrified as she floating away. “Belle!” Billy cried, reaching over the edge of the boat.

David hesitated for a moment, then quickly aimed his flashlight at her and shouted, "Bella, quickly grab the bottle!" Since she had fallen in, she might as well retrieve the bottle on her way up. Bella couldn't swim, but nobody knew that, so they watched her struggle and urged her to hurry. The mud at the bottom of the pond was stirred up, making the water murky. Bella panicked, bubbles escaping from her mouth in a rapid succession. Was she going to drown here?

The realization that they had all rallied for my sake brought me immense joy. Abruptly, a gunshot rang out, unfolding rapidly before my eyes as Bella intercepted a bullet intended for Christian. She had anticipated it before any of us could react. One of the men had discharged his weapon, likely due to the delayed effects of the tranquillizer. Zach promptly administered another dose before any further mishaps occurred, but the damage had been done. Bella lay on the ground, nursing a gunshot wound to her right arm. Christian cradled her head in his lap, holding her left hand tenderly. "Call for help," I instructed Jade, who promptly retrieved her phone to contact emergency services and reques

"I've thought about you every day this year. I locked Victoria in the Silver Prison and tortured her. I avenged you..." "Please, don't touch him. You are my Luna. You are mine..." Before his hand could touch the hem of her dress, Bella stepped back as if avoiding something filthy, shaking her hand in disgust. "Get lost." "Your Luna?" Bella looked down at him coldly. "Eric, did the alcohol rot your brain?" "Your Luna died in that explosion at the border long ago. She was killed by you, the moment you hung up the phone." Eric froze. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to say it was a misunderstanding.

I power on the device, clicking on the call button and dialing the only number I know. She picks up after two rings. "Bella?" "I lost my phone." "Where the hell are you?" she snaps. "I've been waiting for you at the hospital." "Hospital?" She's silent for a while. "You don't know?" she asks slowly, cautiously. My heart drops and suddenly I'm so cold that my hands are shaking. Something terrible must have happened. "Mark was poisoned. He's in the hospital as we speak. His mother is here too and she has asked me to call you like fifteen times now. The doctor says it's not looking good," she explains.