Bella Square Warna Milo Novels & Stories

he snickered. Mila pouted but ignored him. "Here," Mila spoke pressing the flower in his hands. Arthur stared at it with disbelief. "We should get more of these," Arthur whispered, staring at the beautiful blossom. Out of the fog, under the sunlight, Mila now saw how marvelous the flower was. It was neither red, nor orange. It was a mix of various colours and it felt as if with every blink of an eye, it was changing shade. "This is mesmerizing," Mila whispered, bringing forth Grace's wolf vision and seeing a rainbow erupt from every inch of the flower.

“I enjoyed watching everyone and I have to get back to work.” “Let’s just see how this goes,” Ari said, pulling Mila up to stand in the middle of the group before sitting next to me. I wrapped my arm around Ari and brought her close to me. Her cologne, a delicate mix of vanilla and jasmine, did little to cover up Mila’s scent, but at least it was something. Mila spun the bottle, and unfortunately for her, it landed back on her. She looked around, confused, as Ari laughed. “Aren’t you lucky?” Ari smiled. “So what’s it going to be, Milan, Dare or Drink?”

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.”

Isabella’s POV I hardly slept last night. I was so excited to spend part of the day exploring with Zander, but first I needed to survive a pedicure and manicure appointment with shrieker and squealer. “Bella,” Mama said. “What color do you think your Papa would like?” “I really like the coral color, very tropical and appropriate for here,” I commented. “Coral it is. What color are you doing?” Mama asked. I already knew. Zander had said he liked Caribbean blue, so I pulled up the color on my phone and asked the nail technician if she had a color similar to it. Arlene, the nail technician, said she could match it exactly.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

Rayvin needed to take Luna Bella’s advice and call the boutique she had given Rayvin the number to. According to Bella, it was a lifesaver when it came to everything style related. But Rayvin had been putting it off, prioritising other things. That is why she now faced her wardrobe and realised she only had the dress she wore to the funeral and two tank tops that were white. Being a wolf, you avoided white as it was so strongly associated with being a Luna. Mikael walked into the closet while trying to get his cufflinks on.

For the first time in an hour did I lift my orbs off of my phone to collide with a furious set of hooded amber eyes. Marila was an exemplar of perfection; tall she was, with prominent curves and edges. I nicknamed her hourglass for a reason. Her skin was of ivory neutral undertone, soft and smooth as a baby's butt. "Don't plug my brows bald," I said. "As I said, the shade is horrible. One might take you for a beetroot in that dress." Bennie, the beige warm undertone lass with tiny sterling grey eyes, showered a burst of hysterical laughter. "Eloïse, Jesus, that was so mean."

“Huh, Blue? Should I return home or spend the night here?” “You’ve never answered me no matter how many times I ask,” Carol scrunched her nose. “Why do you keep on calling him Blue? That’s such an unusual pet name.” “I know right,” Seb smirked. “I wonder why myself.” “Stop talking,” Alex quickly rose to his feet. “Aren’t you sleepy?” “Well, I guess I’ll be spending the night here,” Seb joined Alex on his feet. “Good night, Carol. You too, Lucas. Go puke all you want.”

I noticed Alexis make a squeaky sound. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mila." He offered a hand, which I took and shook. "Same here, Nathan" He nodded, and removed his hand from mine. "So Mila, welcome to my Karaoke club. I will make sure you have lots of fun tonight! Of course, when Nathan is around, everywhere becomes Jiggy!" He winked, and I couldn't help but smile. "Well, you have a beautiful place here" I complimented. "Thank you, Bellissima! I have many more places like this, here in New York and some In other states." He replied in a strong Italian accent.

“You’re right Hazel and oh Nina it’s important that you give us a colour to work with “ insisted Scarllet “Uhmm, I don’t have a beat colour but Aiden said Red looks good on me” I said with a small smile “No, red is going to be too shorty and then it will all collide with your hair colour …we need another colour , there’s a lot of colour options out there “ suggested Scarllet