Bella Staring Out Window Novels & Stories

Bella Evans was in her room, sitting near the window and watching a movie when suddenly she heard opening the of door but she didn't budge to look at the person and kept her attention on the laptop screen only. She had always loved watching movies at weekends so she was enjoying her Saturday night with her all time favourite movie " Twilight ". She was so engrossed in it that she didn't even notice the person standing behind her until she put the cup of hot coffee at the window pane next to her.

She gasped for air after laughing. "If you want me dead, you must show yourself, coward!" She closed the window and turned around. She saw Niana standing at her door, frozen. "Bella, what are you doing?" Niana said while shivering on her long pajama polka dress. Bella hid the knife behind her and smiled. "Nothing." She replied. "I already saw it. Why were you screaming all by yourself? Have you gone nuts?!" "Shhh. Somebody was right in my window." She went towards Niana and placed her knife on Niana's chin to raise Niana's head up.

The woman cut Bella's eye contact and switched to her cell phone, which suddenly rang. "Joseph called me." The woman said, unable to hide her happy expression. Meanwhile, Bella showed a seductive face to the woman who was in love. "What are you waiting for? Quickly pick up the call." Bella said. "I want to have a look around here first." She got up from hers seat. Providing space for Freya to speak freely to the man who was calling her. From inside this three-storey boutique building, Bella can see the view outside through the glass wall that borders it. As she glanced down, her round eyes could see, the charming expanse of northern Los Angeles.

“He seems to be really worried, though. Maybe you should just talk to him, even if it's through the door, so that he'll calm down and know that everything’s alright, but you don't have to do that if you don't want to though, i totally understand,” Bella sighed, staring down at her fingers as she played with them. She seemed deep in thoughts. When she looked back up at Gaia again, her expression seemed more confident. “Let him in,” she said to Gaia. “But, I'll have to face the wall. I don't want him to look at me.” I agreed and went outside to get him. “You can come on in. But you have to turn your back. She doesn't want you to see her like that.”

~ JACOB’S POV I gaze at her serene expression as she peacefully rests, her beauty radiating in the soft moonlight. The sight fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of awe and adoration. My desire to be present and witness her tranquil sleep remains unyielding, as I cherish every precious moment. Bella looks so perfect when she is asleep. She is undoubtedly the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes on. While gazing at her serene face, a delicate strand of eyelash captures my attention. With utmost tenderness, I delicately pluck it away, ensuring not to disrupt her blissful dreams. My heart swells with adoration, cherishing these intimate moments of affection.

“Bella, your six o'clock session is here.” Clara peeked into the lounge, her freshly-cut black hair falling in an angled bob just below her chin. Bella set her tablet on the coffee table and stood to stretch. “Thanks. Ready to go, Brendan?” She glanced back at the tall wolf whose giant shoulders were hunched over as he typed out a message on his iPhone. He looked up and swept his tapered brown hair out of his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, leading the way out of the lounge.

It will destroy her completely. Ara gulped and nodded. "I should go now," Bella stood up. He watched as she took Angela in her arms and left. Killian bit into his apple, thinking. Something was off.

*Bella’s POV * The city looked different when you are leaving it. I stood by the window, suitcase half-zipped behind me, the faint hum of rain pressing against the glass. Morning light slanted through the curtains, soft and grey, touching everything with a kind of melancholy tenderness. My tea had gone cold hours ago. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Alex’s mouth curving into a smile that wasn’t for me anymore. That laughter, that voice, the warmth that used to make me whole.

POV: Mira Bella stood in the center of the doorway like she owned it. Perfect posture. Perfect hair. Perfect smile. Her two friends stood beside her like silent guards. Tina immediately stepped forward. “What is this?” she demanded. Bella didn’t even look at her. Her eyes stayed on me. Cold. Measuring. “Move,” I said calmly. “We want to pass.” Bella didn’t move. Not even a little. Instead, her smile deepened.

Bella stared at the silk robe on the floor. It was black and shining and short enough to barely cover anything. She kicked it away with her foot and hiss out of frustration. "No way," she muttered. The room felt smaller now and the big window showed the strip still glowing, but the door stayed locked. She walked to the bathroom first, splashed water on her face, then came back out. Her uniform from earlier lay in a pile on the chair. She grabbed it and pulled it on fast, even though it smelled like casino smoke and spilled drinks.