Bella Rome Lesbian Novels & Stories

Bella’s plump lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She speared a piece of steak, calm as ever, but her eyes flicked to mine for half a second—long enough for my pussy to throb so hard I had to cross my legs under the table. “Actually, I’m bisexual,” she said evenly. “And right now I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I want a girlfriend.” Her eyes found and stayed on mine for another second and my stomach flipped. Was I imagining the… heat in that stare?

He found Dominic seated on the balcony, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the city lights casting a glow over his face. “Boss,” Angelo said, stopping at the doorway. Dominic didn’t turn around, but he gestured for Angelo to continue. “There was a… situation,” Angelo began. “Bella ran into someone she knew at the boutique. A girl from her high school. Things got heated.” Dominic’s grip on the glass tightened slightly, but he remained silent. “The girl slapped her, accusing Bella of hitting on her boyfriend. Before I could step in, Bella slapped her back.” Angelo hesitated, then added, “She said, and I quote, ‘I don’t need your boyfriend when I have a perfect husband.’”

Romano wasn’t hiding. He was baiting them. Dante smirked. “Well, let’s not keep him waiting.” Rome, Italy – The Club of Shadows The underground club pulsed with energy, filled with criminals, informants, and people who thrived in the darkness. But Isabella wasn’t here to party. She was here to finish what she started. Leo spotted Matteo Romano first—sitting in a VIP booth, a drink in his hand, watching the entrance like he had been expecting them.

Keegan glanced at her and said, "No, I'm not drinking it." "Then, I'll be taking this away," Stella said as she took the bottle in his hand. She twisted it open and drank it all by herself. Keegan was at a loss for words. Bella enjoyed the praise from every direction. After a while, she smiled lightly and said, "Today is a gathering for the businesses of Rivera. The main characters of tonight are all the misters and madams present. I can't be the only one who hogs all the glory. How about this? Let's get a madam to be a representative. We can perform a four-handed duet. Is there any madam who would like to perform with me?"

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

For more than a decade, we could not meet without arguing. In the past two years, I had been too busy with Luca to deal with him. Looking at that photo, I thought his name was perfect. Distant enough. Sharp enough to hurt Luca. “Yes,” I said. The girls immediately asked, “Who?” I picked up my phone and pointed at the screen. “Julian Romano.” The room went quiet. Someone drew in a breath. “Bella, are you serious?” “That’s Julian.” “He isn’t like Luca. He doesn’t play games with women.”

the door, while the kitchen is behind the counter. “Oh, look at these beautiful ladies.” Nana squeals, moving from poor Bella’s back. Bella lets out a sigh of relief. Nana’s frail arms wrap around me as she pulls me into a morning hug; my arms automatically find her back. One thing I know: Nana is a big hugger. “How are you, my lovely child?” she pulls back, asking with a smile on her face. “I am doing wonderfully well, Nana. How is it going in the kitchen?” I purposely ask. As if remembering, she turns around and heads back to Bella, who stares at me as if she is about to claw my eyes out. Jesse scrambles after her, grumbling for not getting a hug. Take that bitch. Bella is our coworker, b

“Back to the penthouse. We need to pick up Rosella. She'll be useful in tracking down Rael.” Lucien nods from the front seat, and Roman makes a sharp turn, heading back to the penthouse. As soon as we arrive, I stride straight to the Ivory Suite and push the door open. The moment I step inside, I hear it—loud, desperate moans drifting from the bedroom. My heart skips a beat. What the fuck... is this whore actually fucking someone in my house? Could it be one of my own guards? Or... no... Those moans..... Zee? Wait... she's a lesbian too?

Thank you, moon goddess for Bella’s presence today. The judge says, “Miss Washington, you are ordered to read the remainder of the entry.” Layla locks her gaze on me. “Santiago, I was a good mate to you. We could have been happy.” Bella growls and I look over to her. She’s now locked eyes with Layla. Layla’s gaze trails to our hands and intertwined fingers. “You fucking bitch! That is my mate! She’s a shameless whore!” she screams pointing at Bella.

The only positive thing Verbena accomplished was teaching her children our language. Bella is a Goldenthorn through and through, though. When I first saw her, my breath caught in my throat. She looks just like her mother but is somehow even more beautiful. Yet, she refuses to claim her rightful place on the throne, choosing instead to be with that Lycan, another mut. They are the bane of my existence.