Bella Staring Out Window Novels & Stories

She glanced out of the window, trying to catch the first glimpse of their destination. Reid watched her with a knowing smile, thoroughly amused by her infectious enthusiasm. He found joy in her anticipation, reveling in the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Excited, huh?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement. Bella turned to him, her face beaming with anticipation. "You have no idea! I can't wait to see where we are," she exclaimed, her voice filled with eagerness. The moment the plane's wheels touched the ground, Bella was already moving, her excitement almost palpable. Stepping out onto the tarmac, she was greeted by the warm embrace of the hot air, a welcoming caress after the

All these while Raghav never turned to even have just a look at the intruder, he just kept looking out of the window. Bella got to him and slowly wrapped her hands around him from behind, feeling his body, his scent, his cologne. It was warm, hmm, she closed her eyes. Was this what she gonna miss? Leaving him going back home alone and… and then another lady begins… she stopped, she never want to think that would ever happen. "Mi amor," she said in a whisper. Raghav didn't flinch, neither did he turn or even reply, he stood, still looking out of the window. Unmoved, unbothered.

I stared at Bella as she lay on the ground. Her breath was ragged and she seemed to have bruised a side of her face. Her eyes blazed with fury as she stared at me. Whatever was going on in her mind, I knew she wasn't leaving the same. I went towards the window of the uncompleted building and scanned the area. I wanted to be sure no one was around. It was a highly secluded area and the building had been abandoned for years. Everything was covered in dust and no single person was around.

I mutter She still doesn’t say anything. Trying the handle, I find it unlocked and let myself into the bathroom. Bella is sitting on the floor underneath the window, hugging her knees to her chest. Her eyes fixated on a crack in one of the floor tiles. No tears, no frustrated frown. Her face was completely relaxed. This was worse than I thought, she was broken and I didn’t understand why. Sitting down next to her, she lets me hold her hand, but she continues to stare straight ahead.

Dennis lowers the car window, and he carefully looked outside. "SUMMER IS THE BEST!!!" he shouted. Bella smilingly opens the window on her side as well. She closes her eyes, feeling the summer breeze... It feels great to be reborn.

Bella cleared her throat as she handed over an amber glass which was filled with water to me. I rolled my eyes at her in accordance, praying she didn't utter the words in her mind. I'm not ready to argue with her. Unable to curtail my emotions, I had to ask her. "Why? Why staring at me in such a way?" Bella smiled, then rolled her eyes away from me, she dug her long artificial acrylic nails into the pizza, took a cut, and shoved it inside her mouth. "Aren't you taking it too far on him?" She asked when her mouth was free of the heavy load in it.

Bella whispered to herself. She moved into position in the window, sitting on a stool there and crossing her legs. Men began to stop on the sidewalk almost immediately. Some spoke to her but she ignored them. She chose to stare at a fixed spot on the building across the street. She began to describe the situation for the camera. "I have to say this is a little creepy. First of all, I feel a bit claustrophobic in here. Sound is strange, sort of echo-y, with all the glass. And being stared at is definitely uncomfortable. I'm trying to imagine what it would be like if I knew I had to have sex with these guys." She glanced at her watch and saw that she'd only been sitting there for abo

Chapter 37: The Unraveling Bryan’s car rolled up the long, curving driveway just as the last streak of daylight thinned into shadow over the estate. From the living room window, Bella stood watching like a Hawk. A DEMONIC HAWK. She stood still as a painting, as the headlights swept in a wide arc across the marble forecourt. The glow lingered on the glossy columns before winking out when the engine cut. She exhaled once, smoothing her silk robe over her hips, fingers lingering on the sash. Her movement was unhurried, deliberate.

Don't waste this opportunity. Bella fell silent. She didn’t respond. She didn’t turn around. She only bowed her head deeper. There was too much she didn’t understand. “Give me the time, Mr. Lockwood,” she finally said. And then, she left. ****** The next day. Bella stood in front of a small mirror in her motel room. She wore a simple light beige dress, without excessive makeup. Her eyes were puffy, but dry. Last night, she cried until her body shook. But this morning, everything felt quiet inside her, as if all her emotions had been drained.

The disco lights overhead makes everything worse; bathing the classroom in pulsating rainbow colors, making everyone look like fucking clowns. “Bella?” Camilla calls, stumbling towards me with a drunken pout, trying to reach out for my shoulder. She hiccups and takes another swig from the red plastic cup in her hand. “Where?” She drawls, too wasted to even make sense. I slid open the window, momentarily appreciating the view of the moon and the gust of wind —of actual oxygen before I begin to take off my black stilettos.