Bella Rome Lesbian Novels & Stories

Inside, the gathering was filled with familiar faces—men who controlled Rome’s underworld, women whose influence kept it balanced. One caught my attention. Luciana Ferretti. A woman dressed in quiet power—simple elegance, strategic movements, the kind that spoke of control without needing to declare it. She approached me first, bypassing pleasantries. “You’re dangerous, Xena,” she murmured, her sharp gaze assessing. “Rome isn’t like Venice. It doesn’t bow easily.” I sipped my wine, meeting her stare evenly. “Then it will learn.” Luciana smirked. “You’re certain of that?”

"I was at fault but I couldn't think about anything when that happened except staying away from her." I leaned into her, wanting more. I was intruding, but somehow I didn't care. It took a while before she spoke again. "She is a lesbian. Bella is a lesbian." She whispered. My lips formed an "o" and my mind went blank. Bella was a lesbian. She is a lesbian. The lady had said something bad had happened between them but I didn't for once think it would be because of their sexuality.

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

Venus gasped in disbelief. "This is a scandalous affair indeed!" Venus cried. "Who would have expected it from a decent goddess like you! So now that the fine daughter of mine has a girlfriend, tell me her name. Who is it that has tempted my innocent child? Is it one of that crowd of Nymphae, or one of the Horae, the seasons? Or one of the bands of Muses, or my servants, the Graces? Tell me, daughter, who is she?" "Her name is Psyche," the youthful goddess reluctantly replied.

What is happening? "Scott! Do something!" I just shrugged my shoulder, Miss Scott will definitely find a proper solu— "Stella! Thank God you're still here!" Miss Scott suddenly hug me immediately, what is happening? Really? I just saw her talking to the director and she's now here? "We need a portrayer to a role." she looked at me in the eye and played the instense intentions towards me. "I will not make it long anymore, we need you to play the part of Letisha," she continued.

Ryan introduced himself. “I knew that I had such a rotten Beta but geez, thank you, Ryan for all the respect that you could give,” Domz sassed as he wrapped an arm around my neck. “Wait a sec. So you two are Kai’s mates ?” Zeke asked while gesturing towards Bella and Dominic. “Yes. We are his lucky mates,” Bella chuckled. “Hi ! I am Bella Diaz, the Princess of the Lycan Pack,” she smiled and hugged my cousin instead of shaking his outstretched hand.

"Thank you Alpha Roman, I'll take her away now." Rome waved at us both as Bella dragged me from the room to my room next door, she shut the door behind us before her eyes zeroed on me. "Okay miss I don't want him here but I'm spending the night in his room and wearing his clothes." She teased with a serious expression. "In case you've forgotten there's literally a curse rolling over your head right now so you can't be having fun with Mr hot shot in his room. If he loses control and marks you he's a goner. You still remember that don't you?"

Then a gravel-rough voice said, “This line hasn’t been used in a decade. That means someone’s dead, or someone’s inheriting.” Bella’s voice was like velvet steel. “Riccardo Barone was my grandfather.” A beat. Then another voice entered the call; calm, deliberate, male. “And who are you?” “I’m Isabella Romano,” she said. “Daughter of Antonio Romano. Granddaughter of Riccardo. My mother is Sofia DeRossi.” The pause that followed could have swallowed the sun. Then he said, “Prove it.” Bella didn’t hesitate. “Page 47, entry six. He wrote about a woman with red gloves who helped him escape a failed assassination attempt in Florence. He always said he would name a granddaughter after her if he liv

We play around like this all the time. Two girls walk by, giggling and making flirty eyes at us. Roman gives them a wolf whistle. "Come over here, girls," he calls. The blonde is dressed as a sexy pirate, while the brunette is an inappropriately dressed nurse. "Heyyy, boys!" they purr, flipping their hair dramatically. "Leonardo, this is Stacy and Bella. You can take whichever one you want for the night," Roman says, his eyes already on the blonde. "Dude, I have a girlfriend. Lena," I retort, smacking him for even suggesting something as stupid as cheating.

It's impossible. She thought and shook his head. "Okay, let's go" Alexander said and helped her to sit inside. He closed the door and looked Luca. "Motherfucker... It's her sister, isn't it?" Alexander asked. "Yes, It's her sister. Jasmine. She is cute, man... Don't blame me, I am a man after all. I went there for your work and saw her. She is out of this world." Luca shrugged. "Bella will kill me"