Bella In Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

Bella said, her voice trembling with suppressed rage, "you give me the keys to the Geneva vault. Not as a trade secret. As my personal property." ​Dante’s eyes narrowed. "That’s a steep price, Bella." ​"The price just went up," she said. "Because if I’m going to be a saint on television, I’m going to need the power to perform a few miracles." ​She walked out of the boardroom, her heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic warning on the marble. She didn't look back to see if Dante was following. She had to get to the elevator. She had to get to the kids. But as she reached the lobby, she saw the bank of cameras and the tall, silver-haired man holding a microphone.

POV: Mira Bella stood in the center of the doorway like she owned it. Perfect posture. Perfect hair. Perfect smile. Her two friends stood beside her like silent guards. Tina immediately stepped forward. “What is this?” she demanded. Bella didn’t even look at her. Her eyes stayed on me. Cold. Measuring. “Move,” I said calmly. “We want to pass.” Bella didn’t move. Not even a little. Instead, her smile deepened.

The last thing I needed was for Arnold to change his mind. “Of course. That’s a smart plan…” I told him. My eyes trailed to the room and as they fixed on the reason for the change in the room my heart froze. Bella. She was dressed in a black silky long gown that hugged her body intuitively in all the places I would have preferred covered. And it didn’t end there. As she walked in with Peter in tow, I noticed the long slit on the dress that ran from the bottom to her upper thigh, daringly close to her bikini line and that wasn’t all!

"But I think there's something missing. Show us your tits." Bella straightens obediently, then shimmies around until she's facing the group, lacing her fingers together behind her head. Charlotte purses her lips as she runs her finger along the chain, not pulling on it but obviously making Bella feel it. "Ah, I know, you would be so much prettier in a corset." She turns around and walks back to the main group, then bends down and retrieves Bella's cyan-

“You’re ridiculous.” “And you’re in denial,” she shot back, plopping onto my desk chair and spinning dramatically. “But don’t worry, because I, Rhea Moreau—certified hype woman and stylist extraordinaire—am going to make sure you ace this. We’ll rehearse answers, we’ll try out different outfits, we’ll manifest. Bella, we are going to manifest so hard they’ll have no choice but to hire you.” Rhea rolled over and poked me in the ribs. “So, what are you going to wear?”

"Why do you care, not like you are treating me like princess." Bella said and stood up. He sighed and stood up. He led her outside and gave her to his team. They did complete makeover of her. Bella cried when they changed her hair colour and straighten it. She loves her curly hair. They gave her lenses and trained her to act like Amanda. "Why wear this... I should go nacked" Bella mocked when she saw revealing dress which was only hiding her private parts. "Ma'am please, it's her style." Designer Said.

Bella glared at them, that they stumbled backwards, unlike the sweet girl that she always was, smiling at everyone, that wasn't the case, she now had business face that made many people in the room afraid of her. Bella didn't even mind that the boss was around, she shooed them away, and she too took seat beside Kevin, and picking up another set of headphones, she wore them, placed her microphone in place, and started pressing the keys on the keyboard, at the moment everyone had already moved away to give her space, for her to fail and embarrass herself before the boss but when they saw the pace with which she was pressing the keyboard they were awed, that was completely crazy.

Bella's phone is pressed to her ear, listening to Lydia gush over her latest romantic interest. “Bella, you won’t believe this guy!” Lydia exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever dated before.” Bella smirked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You say that about every guy, Lydia. Remember Mark? Or what about Alex? Weren’t they both ‘not like anyone you’ve ever dated before’?”

The beautiful woman smiled at Bella, who now stood up from her seat. "Hi, Miss Jennie. I'm Bella, one of your big fans!" said Bella excitedly. "Oh, are you my fan? Nice to meet you Bella. I didn't expect to have a fan as beautiful as you," Jennie replied with a smile. Bella, who was in front of the woman, couldn't help but be surprised again. Jennie is really the perfect idol! Bella did not expect that besides being beautiful, Jennie was also kind. That woman is not arrogant because she has become a famous person. Jennie still replied to Bella's greeting, which in fact was just one of the small fans among Jennie's other fans.

I guess that in a way, I won this match. ************ When I brought the gown for Stella, all what I was going for was sexy, I wanted her to fit into the club scene but what I am seeing now as she rushes to get ready in my room was something else, she was going to turn everybody heads at the club and I wasn’t sure that I liked that. The gown fitted her like a second skin and the plunge in the back of the black gown will give people ideas which they should not be getting about someone who was not theirs in the first place.