Bella Thorne On The Oc Novels & Stories

The door opened. Jason stepped inside and looked at her. His eyes moved over her face. Her red eyes. Her tear-stained cheeks. The way she sat on the edge of the bed. His expression changed immediately. Bella looked away. She reached for her bag and pretended to fix the zipper. He crossed the room and stood in front of her. "Bella. What's wrong?" "Nothing. I'm fine." "You're not fine. You've been crying." He crouched down so she couldn't avoid his gaze. "Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?"

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.

An Omega was sent to summon Bella to Alpha Coast’s chambers for the night but she came back with troubling news. “Alpha, the Luna isn’t waking up” “What do you mean she isn’t waking up” Alpha Coast panicked, “She also isn’t breathing Alpha” Before the omega could finish her sentence, Alpha Coast had taken to his heels towards Bella’s house and straight to her room, “Bella” he called as he got close to her, he picked up her hand and there was no life in it.

the nurse replied with a bright smile BELLA I balled my fists, Jesus Christ where did Bella take her? I knew Thalia could handle herself but right now she was vulnerable, running on autopilot and emotionally drained. What if Bella had taken her to see Brandon? My phone buzzed with a text from Nolan letting me know he had arrived and was waiting downstairs, I hurried to the elevator and punched the button.

She was a dragon! Tia’s tail was tucked neatly between her legs when I checked in with her, and she hid her face under her paws. “She’s a fucking dragon! I’ve only ever heard of them in stories.” “I’m the Omega but you’re the one cowering in fear.” I swallowed the scream that had lodged itself in my throat, putting on a brave face that I wasn’t feeling. “So what if she’s a dragon? What we came here for is our dress.” “Yea, thank God she’s not a witch or I would have been bothered about her stealing my aura or my soul or my life-”

Her sincere smile almost made him melt. According to his colleagues, Emma Claire is an Omega. That must have explained why she looks so gorgeous. And noticing how Emma seems to be extra kind only to him, she must like him even for a tiny bit. Honestly to Zen, Emma is just exactly his type. Maybe his weird thoughts about the CEO must have been just his pent up desires to be in a relationship after being so single for so long. His last serious relationship was still when he was in high school for Pete's sake!

That evening, as the sun set over Ironfang's battered walls, a horn sounded from the gates. Alpha Thorne had arrived. Caelan and I met him in the courtyard, surrounded by guards. He was older than I expected, with silver threading through his dark hair and scars crossing his face. But his eyes were sharp and intelligent. "Alpha Caelan. I'm honored to finally meet you." Thorne's voice was warm despite the tension. "And this must be Aria. The woman who's caused such chaos in our carefully ordered world." "That's me," I said. "Professional chaos creator."

~Mia~ But here I am, almost sweating under the early morning sun, staring at Thorne like he’s lost his mind. The reality that I'm about to face a very experienced fighter is dawning on me. His muscles flex under the sun, almost making me drool but also bringing reality that Thorne is no ordinary werewolf. He's the Beta for a reason. ‎ ‎“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, arms crossed, smirking. “You agreed to this.”

The humans I've heard gossip about it make it sound like a life of misery and servitude. “For our Omega? We've never had one, yet, so we'd spoil the shit out of her. She would be pampered and protected. She would be expected to provide physical affection–I don't mean sex, but touching and cuddling, kissing and hugging–as well as emotional support. We have food delivered and a housekeeper, so she wouldn't have those duties. She would be expected to be sweet, submissive, and supportive, but don't get me wrong, we love a brat; and when her feistiness shows up, we would play with her a little unless it got out of hand, and then we would discipline her. Tris or Raven would be in charge of that, a

"You cannot seriously stand by and let this happen!" "Let *what* happen, Ashton?" Camilia's voice was tight, defensive, but laced with an underlying tremor. "Be specific. And lower your voice. This is not a matter for the entire household to hear." A harsh, humorless laugh echoed up the stairs. "Oh, I think the entire household knows Thorne is auctioning off his omega daughter to the highest bidder! To *Nick*, of all people! Do you have any idea what that brute is like? What he’ll do to her?"