Bella Lust Novels & Stories

“I know how they work. I know their weaknesses. Timing is everything.” Bella sat up now, crawling to the edge of the bed . Her eyes were filled with lust and something darker. “Oh!! I messaged Ava earlier,” she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. She licked her lips, slow and deliberate. “She knows that I'm in Paris to attend to a family emergency. She also said she misses you. Can’t wait for you to come home.” She paused, letting the words hang in the air like smoke. “Said she misses your dick.”

They threw sharp glances at each other. “At least I never whine to someone else’s lover and try to keep flirting with him. You know you’re nothing more than trash. And yeah, Alland prefers me because I’m more beautiful and sexy. You better take care of your implanted breasts.” Camella said sarcastically and smiled lopsidedly. Hearing that, Bella held back her emotions. It was true what Camella said that she had implants, and it was all she did to get Alland interested in her. Meanwhile, Alland held back his laughter seeing Bella’s unkempt expression.

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.

"Bella, have you been waiting long?" "I just finished changing, so it took a bit longer. I thought you would have to wait a long time," Bella said, intentionally ignoring Pearl's presence. Seeing Bella, Pearl couldn't hide her envy. Bella was also wearing a black, tight-fitting dress, but it was long with a high slit, revealing her slender and fair legs. The beautiful dress not only highlighted Bella's fair skin but also accentuated her attractive curves. Bella had light makeup, flowing long hair, and wore an expensive silver-white jewelry set, enhancing her beautiful face. The combination of dark clothing and sparkling jewelry created an elegant and impressive style.

He looked like power in motion on his perfectly tailored midnight suit, gold watch catching the light, that effortless smile that made people lean in without even realizing it. Beside him was that strikingly beautiful lady, Bella. “Bryan,” he greeted warmly, shaking my hand with that easy confidence of his. “I want you to meet someone. This is Bella Calamida, CEO of Big Bella. Her fashion line is about to take the West Coast by storm.” She extended her hand, and for a moment, the noise of the gala seemed to fade. Her grip was firm, her nails a perfect shade of crimson, her perfume a mix of vanilla and danger.

"No need to be shy, Miss. You should enjoy all the services and the best facilities Mr. and Mrs. Cullen provide you." Bella smiled wryly. She didn't know if she should be grateful or ashamed of the achievements she felt at the moment. "I'm sure you must think that I'm a money-hungry woman. Willing to rent out her womb to wealthy people for a lot of money." Lilia chuckled. After finishing the massage, she helped pull the blanket to cover Bella's entire body. "You're exaggerating. I never thought that way. Besides, I'm sure you have your reasons for doing all this. And most importantly, I have no right to judge your decision."

“You?” Bella stepped forward, voice calm. “You didn’t burn with the building. I came to finish the job.” Clarisse reached for something under the desk. But Bella was faster. She pulled the lipstick knife from her purse, holding it steady. “Try it.” Clarisse’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’ll make it out of here alive?” Bella smiled. “I didn’t come here to live. I came here to end you.” Clarisse froze. Her hand hovered beneath the desk. Her painted nails tapped once on the wood. “You were always a stubborn girl,” she said slowly, voice like poison wrapped in silk. “I should have broken you harder.”

Then I heard it—the soft click of our adjoining bathroom door opening. My eyes flew open. Bella stood there in nothing but a tiny black crop top and matching thong, phone still in her hand, screen dark now. She’d ended the call. Her big brown eyes dragged slowly down my body—spread legs, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my soaked cunt, dildo lying beside me like a promise. A slow, filthy smile curved her plump lips. “Mmm. hungry, April. I think I can help with that pussy,” she said, voice low and dripping with lust.

“Sexually, of course.” Her mouth parted slightly, like she didn’t quite know what to say. But the shift in her eyes gave her away, she liked the idea of it. I watched as she adjusted subtly, her thighs pressing together as if trying to steady herself. “No way.” She shook her head. “Yes way.” “You are insane.” “You like me insane.” Her lips curved into a little smile, there was now tension in the room. She grabbed the phone quickly, her fingers moving fast. At the top was the title I had typed earlier: ‘Ten Fantasies To Explore’ with empty lines underneath.

“Alastair, you promised a good fuck!” Letting my hair to cover the mark on my neck, I turned around and met the blonde woman who wore a gorgeous office suit. I recognized her. She was Princess Lara Gilbert, Alastair’s rumored girlfriend. I had seen her on a magazine cover before. Her beauty surpassed that of the mere models. So beautiful, so elegant. Her body had more curves than race tracks. Indeed, she proved to be a most suitable partner for Alastair. And what was she saying? He promised her a good fuck. She had arrived with the sole purpose of enjoying a delightful time in his company. She must be so close to him, close enough to enter his room without even knocking.