Bella Rossi Novels & Stories

Before she could start bashing on me, the door opened and three models made their way inside, and they were also no unknown faces to the world, Anna Belluci, Elisabetta Romani and Maria Salerno. All of them walked toward Bella, greeting her with cheek kisses, except for Anna who kissed her inviting mouth, Bella initiated more. Pulling away, Anna whispered, “What’s wrong, babe?” They were in a relationship, I didn’t know what. I thought Bella was straight and dating another model, Michele. Bella side-glanced at me, “Questa cagna è il volto della notte, finirà lo spettacolo (This bitch is face of the night, she will end the show),” I could see she knew I understood Italian, her tone expressed

Alessandro said, and Lynn placed Sienna flat on the couch and ran over to hug me. "Be safe and visit anytime you like" She says into my ear before pulling away from the hug. "And you," She says to Alessandro. "You better be prepared for pregnant Sandra because I can tell you now it won't be fun," She jokes, making me giggle, and wraps her arms around Alessandro. She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck

She leans against the railing, unaware she isn’t alone. My chest tightens. Sin in a dress. “Who is this dark nymph gracing me with her presence?” My voice slices through the night. She startles, turning. And my breath catches. Her. “My name is Luca Rossi,” I say, extending a hand. “May I have yours?” She takes it, her touch electric. “Yasmine Fernandez.” “The artist?” “Yes.” A slow smile curls my lips. “I’m a great admirer of your work. I own nearly all of your collections.”

"I figured that part out. Who was she?" Vincent pulled the car onto a dirt service road and killed the engine. The silence of the woods enveloped us. "Her name was Elizabeth," he said softly, turning to look at me. "And your name isn't Caroline Brennan." I held my breath. "Your name is Gabriella," he said. "Gabriella Reese Elaine Gold." "G.R.E.G," I whispered, touching the ring in my pocket. "Yes. Your father called you Gabriella. Your mother called you Ella."

Servers went around, serving refreshments to those who wanted them. “Ilaria Rossi.” Leandra whispered to me. Her eyes were on a woman a few feet away from us. Ilaria Rossi, a woman of average height with a slim build, tan skinned with a big nose and ears that stuck out from under her textured Pixie with highlights. She wore a perfectly pressed maxi green dress and nude lipstick. Beside her was one woman, much younger, with fine brown hair in a midnight blue dress. “Miss Russo,” Ilaria greeted, extending her free hand for a handshake, wearing a friendly smile. “It’s good to see you again.”

“We have a war on our hands and Carlos knows every one I work with except for you, this is your chance Caroline, if you want to continue to be kept safe, you will do it.” “Do what? And why? If you wanted me dead Luca, I would not even be here but you have a conscience no matter how much you want to pretend, and that Bella of yours, her heart is even bigger than my ass, I would not have cared for her as much as she does for me. “Bella is good, she will hate to have blood on her hand and that’s what makes her special, she wants you safe.” I lied Bella never wanted anyone dead until now and I will fulfil her wish.

Pick up, you bastard, I thought. On the fourth ring— “Hello?” His voice slid into my ear smooth and deep, threaded with curiosity. “Matteo,” I said quickly, afraid I’d lose my nerve if I didn’t speak. “It’s Bella.” There was a beat. Then the faint sound of a breath being drawn in, pleased, and predatory. “Ah,” he purred. “Mia bellissima.” My spine prickled. “To what do I owe this unexpected gift?” I closed my eyes, forcing my voice to stay even, to stay sweet.

Talana looked down at the baby and she answered, voice fierce but soft, “We will.” Massimo echoed her: “Always.” The water touched Rosa’s forehead. A name was spoken. Rosa Belladonna de Luca. That evening, the villa hummed with quiet life. Massimo rested on the terrace, watching the ocean darken into midnight blue. Talana joined him, barefoot again, two glasses of grappa in hand. She sat beside him, placing one in his good hand. He took it and sipped. “You’re glowing,” he murmured. “I’m furious,” she replied.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

Eros and Liam exchanged a quick glance, their shared moment of vulnerability momentarily forgotten as they turned to face Valeria, their expressions reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it, miss Valeria?" Eros asked, his voice tinged with apprehension. Valeria's expression was grave as she reached them, her breath coming in short, hurried gasps. "It's Bella," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's calling for you, Eros. She sounds... distraught."