Bella Lust Novels & Stories

Unable to bear the blow, I jumped from the rooftop, while Bella gained tens of millions of followers and began livestream selling, earning more money than she could count. Even after death, my resentment refused to fade, and my soul lingered for a long time. One month after my death, Felix moved into Bella’s luxury apartment, and the two of them began dating. Only then did I realize that Bella had been Felix’s childhood crush. And she had never suffered from menstrual cramps at all. She had simply worked with Felix to stage the entire scene to boost the popularity of her livestream.

And could make one laugh till their stomach hurts. Another thing about Bella was her killer body; her beauty was indescribable, one that could make men empty their accounts. She had a perfect body shape, a firm breast, and a jiggling buttock still in shape. Apart from showing off her perfect body and making people smile, she loved one thing the most: sex. Sex was another thing she couldn't do without. She loved sex like it depended on her life. And fighting, she was too great for her looks. And can easily beat you by confusing you.

The sting barely registered, but it kept the anger from spilling over. She better not have ruined everything I planned. I went through too many records to find her profile. Rosella. Raffael’s Bonnie to his Clyde in those days. It took time, effort and finances. For once, Bianca had actually been useful, providing the contacts I needed to trace her. “Adrián?” Emilia’s mother tapped my shoulder gently. “You’re hurting yourself.” I looked at her, then down at my wrist, now flushed a deep red from repeated snaps.

Lillian rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her face. “It would definitely be a reality, trust me.” Bella assured with a shrug. “I guess we're done here.” Lillian mumbled and stood up. “Yeah, just need this and you're good to go.” Bella replied as she stretched out a fancy clutch purse to her, and she accepted it with a smile. “Now, this is whom we call the Disney princess.” Lillian couldn't help but to chuckle at Bella's little drama. She was wearing a one – shoulder blue flare dress which stopped above her thigh and a black ankle strap heel.

After ordering, She closed her laptop and snuggled under the covers and with a huge smile on her face, slept off. *************** Lesley sat at her makeup table, applying make up. She was super excited. Why won't she be? After all she was starting work today. She didn't look bad either. She was putting on a black dress, the length stopping at her knees, hugging her hourglass figure. She took her dad's blue eyes and her mom pointed nose and small lips. in fact. Lesley was a diva. She put finishing touches to her make up. She stood up and carried her black purse and small lunch pack containing Hazel's treat, before sliding her feet into her white flat shoes.

Shadow and light danced across the expanse of his exposed skin, creating an alluring contrast that drew her attention. “That girl in short black dress….I want her.”- Rayn's declaration cut through the pulsating beats of the music, his voice carrying a mix of desire and determination. hearing his words Axel didn't waste a moment. With a swift motion of his hands, he gestured towards the girl in the short black dress. Her steps were confident, as she moved gracefully. She was Laila, Her luscious blonde hair flowed down her back. Her eyes skillfully outlined with eyeliner. Her lips were a seductive masterpiece, painted with a dark shade of red.

She was petite, dark-skinned, with an elegant updo and gold hoops that screamed confidence. “I’m Bella,” she said, offering a hand. Her accent was smooth, slightly British. “Elena,” I replied, shaking it. “Nervous?” She smirked. “Not even a little. But they are.” My gaze swept over the room. A few girls were already side-eyeing us. Watching. Judging. Just then, Celeste entered, clipboard in hand, heels tapping a crisp rhythm as she stood before us. "I’m Celeste, your liaison for the Luxe Vogue program.”

Bella smiled, signing back, "Dad, you know me. I just like being casual not fancy-fancy all the time." Her father chuckled, shaking his head affectionately. He knew better than to argue with her gentle stubbornness. Deep down, though, he adored Bella more than anyone even more than Lilly. That quiet favoritism sparked jealousy in her sister's heart. Just as Bella and her father shared a laugh, Lilly appeared at the top of the stairs. She was breathtaking in a black-and-gold gown that shimmered with every movement, the open back revealing flawless skin. On her feet were Christian Louboutin stilettos, red-soled and dazzling beneath the chandelier light. A small Prada clutch completed her look.

And I liked how she was with me in the house, how she felt so mine in every way. Before I left Italy, Leana had warned me. Again. She said she’d stay quiet for six months, that she’d let me handle the divorce cleanly and officially. That way she could give birth after the wedding. She didn’t want her child being born before she had a ring on her finger. It was the same tired conversation we kept having. And now that everything is quietly becoming a complete mess, I couldn’t avoid her forever. “Speaking of,” Liam said, clearing his throat. “How’s Leana? I heard she stopped modeling since her bump started showing.”

he looked at me in surprise, as well as the girl next to me. "If I'm not mistaken, your company owns the famous beauty products?" he added with a wide smile on his lips. I simply scratched the back of my head and was ashamed to stand in front of them. "Paula," he scolded her softly. "No, it's alright. Well actually, you're right. Our company owns B beauty products." What I told him. "Excuse me, Mr. Bautista." He said to me with a trace of fear on his face.