Bella Thorne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Her hand unconsciously wandered to Valentina’s face and she gasped feeling the burning flesh. “Arnold, what happen to her?” She asked in concern and looks at the girl’s face for the first time. Belle was indeed pretty with unique features and different posture from the women of the tribe. Arnold clenched his jaw and eyes the shivering female in his arms. She needs to take the medicine before she starts to hurl her bloody guts right here.

Chapter 239: Bella In Black **Ryan’s POV** The clatter of cutlery, the chatter of academics, and the stale smell of coffee still lingered in the canteen, but I didn’t hear any of it. My eyes followed her. I had done my research on her, she was Tatiana Adams. The daughter of Bryan Adams and Christiana Salazar. That’s a whole lot of fucking money from both parents.

I didn’t like seeing Victoria upset like this. “I know exactly who I am. I am Isabella Amelie Thorne from the Black Moon Pack, and I’m in love with Victoria Mae Price. She is my mate, and I accept the Goddess’s gift.” My mother stared at me with a shocked expression. Everything right now felt right, and I was frustrated that it took me this long to realize it. I couldn’t care less about what my mother thought. I could only feel the love pouring through my bond with Victoria. “Bella.” Victoria embraced me.

"I’m not letting them do anything. Thorne has been briefed. He’s been told that any question regarding genetic specifics is a breach of contract. We control the edit." ​"You think you can control Marcus Thorne?" Bella looked up then, her eyes red-rimmed but sharp. "He’s a shark. He’s going to ask about Geneva. He’s going to ask why I ran. And if I don't answer, he’s going to let the silence tell the story for him."

The only positive thing Verbena accomplished was teaching her children our language. Bella is a Goldenthorn through and through, though. When I first saw her, my breath caught in my throat. She looks just like her mother but is somehow even more beautiful. Yet, she refuses to claim her rightful place on the throne, choosing instead to be with that Lycan, another mut. They are the bane of my existence.

“Elara, you said you met her.” “She wasn’t giving me anything.” “Well, I don’t know anything apart from what the Calloways told us about her.” He paused, then asked quietly, “Why are you so curious about her, Elara?” “I don’t know…” She shrugged, trying to sound light. “Maybe it’s because she has very strong features of an extinct wolf bloodline.” Thorne looked at her with a questioning look that made her stomach tighten. “Forget I said anything,” she added quickly, standing up. “You know I can be very forward sometimes. Good night, Thorne.”

He was smiling all ears as I shifted my gaze at him. “You always say that. Hi, I’m Thania.” Thania gave Thorn a sharp look before turning her attention at me. “You are beautifull-er.” I stated and she just gave me a small smile, and gave me a quick hug. As far as I know, Thania she is much older than me and taking her Master’s degree in California. “My turn for hugs.” Thorn said ecstatically as he open his arms widely and pull me in an embrace. This is awkward, but Thorn is a charmer, really. No wonder he calls himself as the irresistible Thorn.

Sarah asked, unable to hide her disbelief. "Yes," the woman nodded, fumbling in her bag. "Elara Rivers. I have my pack authorization letter here." Behind Sarah, Melissa and Thomas exchanged glances. "She looks familiar," Thomas whispered to Melissa. "Wait," Thomas realized. "Isn't she that fake Stone Pack princess from years back? The one who was swapped at birth?" Melissa gasped softly. "The one who was intended for Alpha Damon Thorne!" Sarah's grip on the authorization letter tightened as she recognized who stood before her.

My last name is of Greek origin also. Ilithyia was the goddess of childbirth. I guess my mom was hoping I'd become a lawyer and give her a ton of grandchildren. Boy was she going to be disappointed. "Ba'al, who is it?" A woman's voice came from the staircase behind me. I turned around, looking up at the person that spoke; I wished I hadn't. The woman was wearing nothing but a banana yellow thong; the caramel tone of her flawless skin made the yellow of the thong seem even brighter. She was petite and had a very athletic build. Her hair was short and curly, the color of it wasn't natural I was certain. It must have been some trick of the light because it looked like a dark, earthly green. The

Cindy pointed to three women with heavy curves and voluptuous figures, from left two right, respectively. Mona, was a woman with olive skin and black hair with reddened tips. Tyra had golden blonde hair and hazel eyes. Savannah had wavy hair, but her accentuated cheekbones told Cara that she was from a Hispanic ancestry. "Mona is another one of our Doms, while Tyra and Savannah are subs."