Bella Prom Twilight Novels & Stories

Or should I have said later? I shook my head as I stared at the clock on the bedside table and read that it was six at night, yet the sun was already down and the moon in the sky. Ah, winter, the apple of any vampire's eye. It meant longer nights and shorter daylight, which was always a good thing for creatures of the night. Taking my phone out, I sent a quick message to Kaya and responded to some she had sent to me before making my way to the bathroom. Once I had showered and dressed, I found Sol in the living room seated on the back of the couch. I felt a flush overtake my face as the memories of last night suddenly rushed forward into my mind.

She’s biting her own heart just to prove a point. And the only one who might get through to her? Selene. Who isn’t here. I sigh. I really don’t like what I’m about to say. “I think… yeah. I think we should try it.” Citra looks at me like I just threatened to hex Taylor Swift. “What the fuck did you just say?” Meredith, however, just looks… resigned. “Yeah. Bella’s right.” “What the hell is happening? Have I landed in the Twilight Zone? We can’t do this!” Citra yells.

I boomed, a shudder going through the crowd as some of the people gathered gasped with dismay. “Amelia, And Layla of the wolf village, this one’s for you,” I murmured, tipping the wine glass until it emptied in the velvety lined bowl presented by one of the castle stooges, before Kalden placed a different glass in my outstretched hand.

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.”

***** By the time they got home, the city had gone dark and Bella had gone quiet. She stayed for the night at the house Helena kept outside the city. Bella moved through the hallway without turning the main lights on, familiar enough with the layout by now that she didn't need them. She stopped at the door at the end of the hall and pushed it open slowly. The twins were asleep. Both of them, finally, it had taken longer than usual tonight, now they were out completely, the boy on his back with one arm thrown wide, the girl curled on her side facing the wall.

Stanley was still on the phone when Angela's voice came through, "You should come back soon. Jessica is here with me. You two should set a wedding date by now." At the mention of "Jessica", Stanley furrowed his brows. He began to turn around when his foot landed on the crystal ball. "My crystal ball..." A soft, childlike voice came from beside him. "Sir, you stepped on my crystal ball..." Stanley looked down and saw Bella's delicate face staring up at him. Bella was only three, small enough to reach just up to his calves. She was dressed in a cute princess dress and little round-toed shoes—a tiny, soft bundle of sweetness.

“With this ring, I promise to face every storm with you. Every storm, Bella. No matter how big or small.” Bella’s eyes filled, her lips trembling as she whispered, “And I promise you, Jason. For all of our days, and for all of our battles.” Lila clapped, giggling. “Kiss now!” They kissed, slow and deep, a promise sealed not with grand gestures but with unshakable truth. In a world where lies lurked in shadows, this moment was untouchable. A secret vow stronger than any scheme.

But the mother and Ann would never allow her, hence she must bury it all and step over it as she has been doing—even though it doesn't really work and it still hurts. For the tenth time, Bella sighed, then her door squeaked open. It was Tamara and her face brightened. She'd never get tired of seeing this amazing woman who believed in her so much. No matter how many times she threw herself at her face she'd ever be grateful to see her. Bella's smile widened as she took her seat in front of her. “Bella dear. I was talking about promotion earlier right? Something huge came up.” she muttered, her voice held such easiness that made Bella feel confused.

Bella was jolted awake by a noise. She quickly got up, straining to catch the words being spoken. After dressing hurriedly, she headed downstairs. There, people were busy moving furniture, setting up an arch adorned with flowers, and arranging chairs in front of it. As she scanned the room for a familiar face, she spotted Lucas’s brother. He appeared to be in his thirties, exuding a calm yet predatory demeanor that made Bella shiver. He approached her and introduced himself, "We haven’t met properly. “I’m Damon," his cold black eyes piercing into her dark blue ones. "Tomorrow is the day. He saved your life, so be grateful."

The super dome was open for a Starlite view The storm that once threatened to tear them apart is now a distant memory, replaced by a sense of unity, love, and opulence. As Bella blows out the candles on her multi-tiered cake, surrounded by the people she loves most, amidst a sea of confetti, glitter, and cheers. Matt's face flushes with a soft pink glow as he leans in close to Bella, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, Bella... can I ask you something?" Bella looks up at him with a curious smile, her eyes sparkling with delight. "What is it, Matt?" Matt's eyes dart around the room, his shyness momentarily taking over. "Well you know prom is coming up and I was wondering... if you'd like