Novel & Cerita Bella Is Jealous Of Harry Fanfiction

She whined softly. This right here was the issue. Bella is such a bore because she doesn't want to go to the party. Bella goes to the party and gets ignored and she becomes a cry baby for complaining. "You know what? Never mind." There was no point to this. "Wait. Were you not supposed to sleep over at Tammy's house?" Jamie asked, stepping in and I nodded in confirmation. "Tammy all you have been doing of late, is kissing up to Maya badly and treating your other friends like shit."

I whisper to him, and he huffs through his teeth before he sidesteps me to face Lauren. "Why are you covering up for your father? He got you into this mess; reveal his location and redeem yourself," Harry tells her in a soft tone, and a sneer forms on my lips. I know he's only talking to her like that and in that tone to gain information from her, but I don't know why I'm getting overly jealous about it. Maybe it's because seeing them together always reminds me that she was once his mate. Even though Harry claims that he never felt any emotion for her and that they never did anything together, the burning jealousy is still there.

Alexander looked at Harry seriously. "Ok, brother, you will be informed before dinner; we are not in a hurry." Harry smiled deeply and once again looked at Mrs. Harrison's face, where one color was coming and the other was going. Alexander stared at Harry with angry eyes and left, holding Bella's hand. had brought "Alexander, what is this method? What will everyone think about us?" Bella came into the room and freed her wrist from Alexander's hand.

"Aww, how would Raghav do this to you Bella? I mean—" "Will you stop pestering me and let me be?" Bella suddenly shouted, startling her. She gave a cranky look, then burst into laughter again. "Alright… alright, fine." Bella sighed and they continued walking along the lobby, she just hoped this Hanny girl would let her be, seriously. Well, she expected it. Hanny was one colleague who was obviously jealous of her self imposed new relationship with Raghav, she so hated the fact that she and Raghav were so close and do get on together.

“I’m leaving, Ma’am. Your boyfriend is jealous.” Jesabell’s eyes widened at what she heard. It was a whisper, but she heard it clearly. She caught Tyron’s furrowed eyebrows and darkened face right after she glanced at the phone.

"Let them. I have already prepared for it. If he asks, I will say that you contacted me to threaten my position by his side. I will twist the situation so that he feels the need to 'protect' me from you. That way, his suspicion will shift to you, not me." Jack looked at me with an expression that was difficult to decipher—a mixture of bitter admiration and deep sadness. "You really have gone in too deep, Bella. You aren't just playing; you have become part of the game itself. But maybe that is necessary, because what I am about to give you will change everything."

Hazel "Business before pleasure, Harry, you know this. Hazel has paperwork to get through; you can pick up wherever you left off after that." No jealousy in his voice, none in his face either. My chest tightened at that realisation. I let go of Harry's hand slowly and smiled at him so the disappointment wouldn't show anywhere it shouldn't. "Another time," I said, and followed Elvis out. Bella talked the whole ride back about his speech, how well it landed, how the room responded positively, the specific moment when he made that one point, and the energy became intense. She delivered it with the enthusiasm of someone being star-struck.

"I'll help you." In his quiet, calm moments, Isaac is the perfect child, helpful, loving and mature beyond his tender ten years of age. The rest of the time, he's the mirror image of his father, abusive, controlling and unhinged. ************ Bella jumped on her bed signing and giggling. "Shut up," Harry whined pulling the covers over his head. "I want to sleep." "I'm practicing being a ballerina, Harry," Bella pouted. The head of her bad smashed into the wall as she bounced harder. I glanced at the clock, rubbing my tired eyes.

JACKSON'S POV I was careful as I touched her as she had bruises on her arms. 'God has created only one mold of this beauty. And she will be mine. ' I wanted to give her the happiness of the entire world. I should kill that troublemaker. I did not question Harry as he promised me he would keep her happy. I told Harry. I'd attend the meeting. Still, he went to London. I didn't want to leave her alone. My phone rang in my pocket. It was Harry's cell. Our phones were exchanged by mistake.