Bella Winters Novels & Stories

In that moment, his breathing almost stopped. "Elena?" he called out, his voice trembling. The woman turned around, holding a long, slender cigarette. She wore exquisite smoky makeup, her eyes sharp and cold—completely devoid of her former fragility. "Mr. Moretti, I think you have the wrong person." I blew a smoke ring with elegance, lying calmly. "I am Winter. I'm here on behalf of the organization to discuss business." "Impossible!" It was the face that haunted Enzo's dreams, but it wore a coldness he had never seen before.

A cold aura surrounded him, the constant growling of his wolf got him even more irritated. Someone knocked on his door shortly, and from her scent, he knew it was Winter. "Come in." He answered coldly, his eyes and fingers still on his book. The door creaked open and the twenty-six year old lady walked in, looking like an absolute damsel. She was dressed in a short black dress that hugged her body perfectly and accentuated her curves. Winter had the shape of an hourglass. She sauntered into the room and lowered her head when she stood in front of the Alpha.

But she remained motionless, and my heart ached with the intensity of her absence. Lily's plea came next, an audible whisper soaring above the tension. "Winter!" she called, her voice imbued with the desperation we all felt. But Winter remained unresponsive, a shadow of the alpha spirit she'd always been. Her bravery had been overshadowed by the darkness of the human world—a bitter betrayal that scarred her more deeply than any wound.

"Why don't you appease Mr. Page a little? Because of you, Mr. Page hasn't even had breakfast yet," Meredith added. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Belle glanced at the yard. Grayson was standing there, smoking with one hand in his pocket. He was frowning, looking quite upset. Belle thought for a moment. Then, she put down her cutlery and went out. It was winter, so the temperature outdoors was quite different from indoors. It was very cold, so as soon as Belle went out, she shrunk her neck against the cold.

She questions while gesturing for us to step in further. I shake the remands of the snow off before following in. “Just the two of us,” Jax tells her while taking my hand. The gesture doesn’t go unnoticed with the lady, and she smiles even brighter. “I think I have the perfect place for you. You seem cold, sweet, Bella. Am I right?” I nod my head yes, while Jax looks confused at the woman for calling me Bella. “An Italian thing,” I simply whisper in his direction. Not that I know many Italian, but I've read all about it.

Dominic, standing beside Chris, let out a low whistle and said in awe, “Winnie, who gave you permission to show up looking this gorgeous?” Without meaning to, his eyes flicked toward Skyla, who was being pushed over in her wheelchair by a caregiver. Earlier, Skyla had stepped out of the car in a white off the shoulder gown. She looked elegant and refined, the kind of beauty that stood apart from the other women. But the moment Winter appeared, that white suddenly looked plain. “Thanks for the compliment,” Winter said, arching a brow, her eyes bright with mischief. “I was born this way. I couldn’t be ugly if I tried.”

"Winter, you called me here…" Before Gideon could finish, Winter removed her veil. In an instant, an unparalleled, stunning visage was revealed. A gentle breeze brushed past. Silver hair danced in the moonlight, and her eyes sparkled like a celestial painting. No, this was no painting. It was a fairy descended from the heavens. Gideon was momentarily dazed but quickly regained his composure. He teased, "Winter, you're truly a beauty beyond compare. Should I assume this is a honey trap?"

3. After a time, as Raeann became a speck in the sky, Bella decided to go for a walk. She had grown so used to life moving at a fast pace that now that she was on sabbatical, there was entirely too much time in the day. Wandering outside the Kingdom's gates was very freeing, and she realized just how much she needed this. Bella strolled along the cobbled road that led to the vineyards, breathing in the lightly scented air as the grapes were slowly maturing; soon, the wizards would harvest, and wine would flood the markets, just in time for Beltaine. Navigating her way through the vines, the smell of sea salt permeated the air, and she quickened her pace. Even Mazlyn lifted her head, alerted

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.