Bella Rossi Novels & Stories

Bella frowned and turned around to see the source of the voice. Two girls were standing there, looking at her grudgingly, one looked a little familiar to her but Bella didn't recognize either of them. "I am sorry but do I know you both?" The girl with blonde hair moved forward, the other girl tried to hold her hand to stop her but she snatched it away and stood in front of Bella. "Rosalina De Luca doesn't like to be known by people like you. But you crossed my path," she hissed, eyeing Bella up and down, watching her loose-fitted clothes and sneakers.

“Don’t start.” Fabiano ignored him entirely and stepped closer, still keeping a respectful distance, but close enough that I could see the faint stubble shadowing his jaw. “Buonasera, Bella. I’m Fabiano Rossi.” He dipped his head slightly, his accent thick and warm like honey laced with wine. “And you are?” “India,” I said quietly. He smiled, pleased, like the name itself was a melody. “India. Magnifico.” Roman’s voice was dry as sandpaper. “If you’re done flirting, we’re leaving.”

Is she asking why Thorne brought the awkward girl in yesterday's jeans to her perfect little slice of Italy? Before I can spiral further, Signora Rossi turns to me with a beaming smile. She crosses the room faster than I expect, her hands outstretched, and in a blink she's pulling me into a hug. She smells like basil and fresh bread and feels like someone I've known forever. "Bella!" she exclaims, cupping my cheeks like I'm her long-lost niece. "You are so beautiful! Thorne, you bring no one here. Now the best."

Cameras flashed endlessly, it was as though they had somehow known exactly where he would be. Bella grew uncomfortable instantly. They were taking pictures of them relentlessly. Was this part of the Valentine surprise? she wondered. “Miss Rosabella, we hear you’re from Brooklyn and that you whore around for a living.” “You intend to use the Rodriguez name too…is that true?” “You’re a prostitute, a vile and manipulative woman, even worse than Vanessa,” one reporter spat, throwing folded papers at her.

Isabella's POV “If I didn’t put up the act, how will they believe me?” I said quietly, keeping my voice low so Massimo’s men wouldn’t overhear. Vera laughed softly, the sound light but sharp. “If I didn’t know better, I would have fallen for it myself. The almighty Bella Rossi willing to protect the one man she hates more than anything.” She smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You being obsessed over a man? I never thought I’d see the day.”

he began, but she quickly interrupted him. "Call me Bella," she insisted, her smile wide yet unsettling. Hailey raised an eyebrow at the insistence, noting the overly sweet inflection in Bella's voice. "No, I'm fine with that," Cassian replied, maintaining his cool demeanor. He turned to Hailey, adding, "Rose, meet Isabella, daughter of the Russian Mafia." Hailey smiled politely, but Isabella completely ignored her, focusing her attention solely on Cassian. "So, Cassian, I hear congratulations are in order," she purred, her gaze lingering on him as if Hailey weren't even there.

Bella introduced herself. She noticed how the girls cheeks turned instantly pink. "I know. I kind of idealise your work. You are extremely talented and not to mention beautiful" the girl said shyly. Bella smiled at her. "I am Rosalie, by the way" she added as an after thought. Bella's smile widened. She liked the girl. "Thank you Rosalie. You can contact me any time if you need help with the academics" Bella offered. The girls looked flustered and excited.

My mind was etched with confusion for a few minutes. Meanwhile, as I was reeling on this, with my aching mind, Madonna's voice at the doorstep stopped me from thinking further. "Boss, I'm back with the captive." She said with her voice barely above a whisper. "Bring her inside." I commanded, and she opened the door, Rosalia returned to the room with a simple white top and faded blue jeans on her, and long black hair straightened downward, complimenting her beauty the more. "Uh!" I exclaimed in shock as I fixed my gentle gaze at her.

she then asked. "What does it matter? You're about to tie me down and probably kill me," Loque Bella said. "No one's killing anyone. Besides you are of more value alive." "Value? What do you mean by that? What do you want with me?" "We need something from you but it is not your life. It's your power," Princess Rada said. "What power? I'm just a girl." "Not just a girl . . . You're a moon essence." "Goodness there's that word again. Stop calling me that. I am not a moon essence," Loque Bella said.

‘Bella’ One of them began and she cut him off angrily, ‘Mi chiamo Alcina Moretti e abbatterò Giovanni, sono stato addestrato da agenti del Mossad, so come uccidere, qualcuno di voi vorrebbe sfidarmi oggi?" [My name is Alcina Moretti and I will bring Giovanni down, I have been trained by MOSSAD Agents, I know how to kill, would any of you care to challenge me today?]’ They looked at one another and no one moved she barked a harsh laugh tossing her silky mane of hair,