Bella Rome Lesbian Novels & Stories

"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.

As we walked through the enormous foyer, I heard Romano's voice behind us, low and amused. "You know, Bella, I have to admit,when Adrian told me he was bringing someone, I didn't expect you." "Me specifically? Or a plus-one?" "You specifically." Romano's voice was smooth, practiced. "There's something about you. I can't quite figure you out." "Good," Bella replied. "I like keeping people guessing." "I can tell." There was a pause, then Romano continued. "So, tell me. What does a woman like you do for fun when she's not accompanying her best friend on surprise trips to private islands?"

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?”

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"

“I doubt your peace would be in problem.” Both Bella and her cousin-sister Fabiola had some kind of problem with De Luca, which De Luca had very little to do with. He had blatantly admitted wanting Bella, but, according to her, it was his way of trying to claim ownership of her. Stupid of Bella to think Adonis would not claim ownership of her at some point. Men in our world were dominating, and they were not in the habit of sharing what belonged to them. We, as the women of this world, were bound to them, no matter what the price. That was how things worked. Whereas the thought of being ignored devastated Fabiola Rossi, the one forcefully promised to Luciano ten years ago after Bella’s mothe

BELLA “I work out here?” She puckered her lips. “Now that you have guests, you forget about me?” I looked at Adonis, impatient to know who this woman was. From my experience, women were a lot smarter than men. Men often thought with their dicks, but a woman... could sense another’s spur with their sixth sense, even from a long distance. “This is Ros,” Adonis introduced. “Rosaline Guerra, my consigliere’s sister. And Ros, this is Abi.”

“Bella!” Emily rushes into the room, ignoring all but Bella. “What happened?” Emily cups Bella’s face. “I felt a pain in my cheek, and I just knew it was you.” “You!” Mum yells again while reaching for Emily. Bella grabs her mate and pushes Emily behind her back. “Stay away from my mate. You may have gotten away with putting your hands on me, but you lay one finger on Emily, and I’ll kill you.” “Don’t you dare threaten me! You’re my daughter, and this witch has cast some sort of lesbian spell on you. Well, I’ll make sure she’s forced to remove it, then I’m taking you away from this godawful place.”