Bella Rossi Novels & Stories

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers. “Keep pacing like that and I might think you’re trying to tempt me, Rossi,” he drawled, voice low and mocking. “That desperate little grind on my thigh earlier wasn’t enough for you?” Bella stopped and spun on him, fury blazing. “Fuck you, Moretti. You think locking me down here gives you the right to touch me? I’d rather die than let you anywhere near me again.” Dante’s eyes darkened dangerously. He set the glass down slowly and rose to his full height. The air grew thick with tension.

A single deep, trembling breath. Then I open them again. Vulnerability is back in its box, locked away. I go up to my study. Not the boudoir, my real study, the one with the security system and the encrypted computer. I sit in my leather armchair and turn on the screen. Before taking care of dinner, I have other orders to give. I dial a first number. A neutral voice answers. "I need a complete profile. Elena Rossi. Twenty-five to thirty years old. High-end call girl, operating in Milan and Venice. Flower tattoo on left ankle. Cartier Tank bracelet. I want everything: addresses, debts, family, weaknesses, regular clients. Make it fast."

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

No doubt she looks bold and sexy in curls and she definitely knows how to carry it. "Bella" He breathed out and her eyes snapped towards him. She gulped as her stomach churned thinking he caught her. "Short from of Bellissima which means beautiful in Italian... I hope you won't mind if i call you Bella ." He said, he likes her name and doesn't want to call her Amanda. "O_Okay" She gulped trying to calm her erotic Heartbeats down. He walked towards her and she looked up to his perfectly handsome face. Her stomach filled with butterflies when she looked into his amber eyes.

“We have company, darling. Let’s focus on them, shall we?” Turning to Sia, Bella asked, “So, Alessia, what do you do?” Sia felt a pang of nervousness under Bella’s scrutinizing gaze but she managed to keep her composure. “I’m semi-retired at the moment. Rhys is handling my empire now.” Bella’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharp but inquisitive. “And do you plan to use my grandson to expand your empire, or will you let him be a genuine part of it?”

I grab her by her waist and she flinches slightly before she relaxes and dances seductively against me. When I speak, and she turns to face me. My breath catches in my throat. She is more beautiful close-up. Cassandria Bristol-Romano. When I tell her who she is, she panics and moves back just as Andros comes over and moves her aside and bro hugs me. But my eyes are watching her. When Andros introduces us, I smirk at her, and she looks flustered. She is even blushing. She is truly a treasure, a jewel. Tesoro mio.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

The moist ground of the fields were a sharp contrast from the stone roads I had just ran through. I was running as fast as my legs could carry me but my heart inside my chest was running faster. It was in eager anticipation of catching up with him...a man I had yearned to see and speak with for hours since yesterday but he had refused me like I was worthless...I am Baela Rossi, the daughter of Lorgan and Hannah Rossi; the beta werewolf couples. Oh!...I keep forgetting I have been publicly disgraced yesterday as not being their real daughter and with that I had lost everything except for one thing...one thing I was still grasping to hold onto with both my hands...one thing that would make all

so Softly and immediately their eyes caught sight of the child, they named her 'bellissima' meaning 'very beautiful', but as she grew, no one called her that anymore, she loved to refer to herself as 'Bellissima Cassato but others would call her Bella, Bella Cassato. Only when her mother wished to scold her, did she call her by her full name but other times she referred to her as Bella, she didn't mind though, she knew she was very beautiful And indeed, she was. As the girl aged, she grew even more beautiful, her hair just the same length as Rosa's but very thick in the colour black, charcoal black which complimented her beautiful Ocean eyes. However, she wished her lips were just like Renat