Bellamy And Clarke Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Bellamy was started to get anxious too. Stella turned around and looked out the window. "You should leave. I want to be alone." "From now on, I won't leave you, not even for half a step. If you die, I will accompany you," Bellamy said deeply, his gaze firm and determined. Stella looked at him in confusion. Resentment and anger could be seen in her eyes. Bellamy remained silent. He raised his head to look at her with a smile. Stella turned her back on him once more.

I said, “You took everything.” Just before he moved away, Bellamy playfully nibbled on my ear and gave it a gentle pinch. “No, I haven’t. Not right now.” He took a moment to breathe, leaning back slightly. “But the most inconvenient part for you is that I can have you whenever I want. You’ll never be able to predict when I’ll decide to act.” I stepped back from the dresser, finally exhaling the breath I’d been holding. Bellamy was different from the others—he didn’t rush. Instead, he shadowed me, waiting for the perfect moment to leave a lasting mark. “You look absolutely stunning. I can’t help but notice how you playfully flirt with me across the dinner table every night.”

Bellamy drops the crate open. Inside are tools,pliers,small saw,bandages. Her stomach flips, but she keeps her face blank. “I am losing patience,” Bellamy says. “And patience is the only thing that keeps people like me civilized.” She laughs weakly. “That’s your civilized.” He steps closer. “Last chance, Clara.” She lifts her chin. “I already told you. Go to hell.” For a moment, she thinks he will hit her. Instead, he sighs and waves the guards away.

"Shit! Get a room!" Maya exclaimed. I quickly got off Bellamy and lowered my head, feeling a little embarrassed as he wore his shirt with two people staring at us. "Woah! Fucking under mother's roof." Cameron teased with a wolf whistle. I threw him stare daggers. "This is a room Maya and we weren't Fucking." Gee! He kissed me and he asked me to be his girl. My heart fluttered. "We will round up tomorrow," Bellamy said, while scratching his hair and wearing this look of a kid that was caught stealing brownies. "I'll take my leave."

Bellamy asked, they stared at her then stared at eachother. TBC

She had a glass of red wine; I had chamomile tea. Appearances are hard to keep, but necessary. Clarke’s fiancée didn’t trust me. I could feel it. But she liked the game too much to stay away. “And I can’t believe Clarke’s finally settling down,” I added, testing her. “He’s such a… wild spirit.” She laughed. “You think?” But there was a crack in it. A splinter. Something too forced. I sipped. Watched. Waited. “I mean,” she continued, a little too casually, “all of you seem to be partnering up now. It’s sweet. Clarke and I, you and Mason. The Whitehills must love stability.”