Bella Edward House Novels & Stories

Bella flipped her hair backward and majestically sashayed to it, shaking her round butt in an attempt to make May jealous. May yawned loudly, stretching her hands and body. Not even paying her attention. PHCN had restored the power earlier, so she decided to charge her phone. Bella's eyes instantly widened when she opened the door. She gasped, "Mama?" Mama Edric; a surprisingly tall, chubby, dark-skinned woman in her late sixties had a black

she murmured. I shook my head, rising from the bed and clutching Edward's shirt to my chest, now serving as my makeshift pajamas. "No, it's fine. Just leave the cleaning supplies. I'll take care of our room today." "Miss Bella, King Edward will be very upset. I can clean the room. It’s my jo-”

I said, determined not to take advantage of her friendship. She scoffed. "Please. You don’t owe me a cent. You trusted me to run your bakery—that’s not just a business, it’s your dream. That means more to me than money." Her words warmed my heart, and for a moment, I just smiled. Bella’s house, nestled in the quiet countryside, was every bit as peaceful as I remembered. A charming old home with ivy crawling up the stone walls and flowerbeds framing the porch. Her late father had left it to her. She’d filled it with books, warm rugs, and mismatched vintage furniture that somehow made everything feel like home.

"You can't do that! Don't be such a pussy just because you're afraid Jazz will keep bitching like a little girl when you make the right choice." "And what, dear Bella, is better about Edward's former room than mine? My room has the better fixtures for lights and electronic equipment, and there's even a specially built nook in the back for a small freezer!" "Which is the reason why I think it's better equipped to be the office, not the bedroom! I so need a door between where I sleep and where you keep your porn collection. Your computer isn't coming into the bedroom, either." "It's not porn, it's my World of Warcraft collectibles collection!"

She yelled, forcing me to leave, "That's what they always told me last time! They claim they are all boys but it was with a woman after all. So don't deceive me. Get out!" I even heard her say, even though I was far away, "Boys are all the same!" Due to my thirst, I also bought water. I noticed a signboard as soon as I turned into a street. At the bottom, it has its contact information and the words "House for Rent." I read the signboard next to it while covering my mouth and giving it another glance. Are you certain that this property's only value is this? It is a family-friendly size, being merely medium-sized. It still has a brand-new appearance and has never been occupied. When someone s

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

I said because I'm quite scared when it comes to surprises like this. "Beverly.. just open it." He said and I shook my head. He took it and then put it to my hand. I closed my eyes and opened it slowly. "If there's a spider in it.. I will kick your balls!" I said it quickly and opened the whole paper. I opened up my left eye slowly and my eyes widened when I realised that it was. "Who's house is this?" It was a sketch of a beautiful small house. "Ours." Clyde said and my eyes widen. I turned to him and he smiled. I hugged him so tightly and can't help but squealed loudly. Ugh! I don't care if the whole Starbucks judge me as a weird girl.. as long as I'm happy..

Jack's Pov~ I stood in the guest bathroom staring at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to me. I wasn’t even five hours into this house, and my head was a mess. Bella Aunt Bella wasn’t the woman I remembered from childhood. She wasn’t the scattered, soft-voiced mom figure who baked too many cookies at family gatherings and hugged everyone too long. She was… different now. Older, yes. But stronger. Sharper. More… feminine. Everywhere. In her posture, in her eyes, in the way she carried herself like she’d lived several lives since I last saw her.

After years of running, of living in fear, of believing she would never have a normal life, she now had everything she had ever wanted and more. The house came into view as they rounded the corner – a two-story colonial with a wraparound porch and a garden that Bella had spent countless hours tending. Smoke was rising from the chimney, and warm light glowed from the windows. It looked exactly like the kind of home she had imagined as a child when she dreamed about what a real family might look like. "Race you to the door!" Angela called out, taking off at a run. Killian and Bella followed at a more leisurely pace, their hands intertwined, both of them content to watch Angela's carefree sprin

Bella looked at them madly. "I mean it's not mine but still." "What do I do now?" She said while biting on her nails. "I am going to break his nose if he touched me" 'and then he will break your bones' Her inner voice snapped at her. She took a deep breath and walked towards his room which was on another floor. Maids were arranging her stuff there. Bella's eyes almost came out of her socket when she saw his bedroom. It was too big, 4 times bigger than her current bedroom. Huge king size bed, large closet and beautiful bathroom with so many things which she can't even name.