Bellatrix Black Novels & Stories

' James says and both me and Marigold just keep quiet to let him continue. 'One day, Abbadon brought home a woman and introduced her as his mate. Her name was Alyssa, Alyssa never liked me and even told Abbadon to get rid of me as his servant but of course, Abbadon denied.' James says and his adoration for Abbadon can easily be seen in his eyes.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

she says as alpha Blake grand luna from around her waist and holds her. "This didn't just happen that easily, Blake. They couldn't have just come in without being noticed. This had to be an inside job, and we need to find who the fuck is betraying us." beta Tyler says, making alpha Blake growl menacingly. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

They'd make a call up to one of the uniformed guards to run him off. "Yo, Beast! Check this out!" Carlos' brown face was split by a wide smile. Christopher walked over to the camera and did a double take. The pink lady—well she wasn't pink. She was a black lady; light skinned with light hair and eyes, maybe multi-racial. But she had moved to the treadmill. She had it set to a fast walk and what the guys were guffawing about was the way her butt bounced with each step. Damn…he watched for a moment before scowling and walking away. "You were down there with her. We were taking bets that she'd get one look at your big-ass and run," Roddy said with a smirk. "She was checking you out, dude."

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Bellatrix was silent for a few seconds, on the podium, her fingers twitched ever so slightly before she answered. "That's correct, I am the ex wife of Mr. Cillian Alexander Laurent," She said and chuckled. "Except, I'm not late. I'm not dead, everyone can clearly see me standing here." A second passed, the silence in the room was so loud that for a second, Bellatrix felt her heart skip a beat. But there was no backing down. This was just the beginning and in order to drag Regina down, she needed to carry on down this path, no matter what.

At its center, suspended in a column of energy, hung a crystal sphere the size of a heart. Kaelira stepped forward, transfixed. “It’s alive.” Zevran’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The source of the Dominion’s experiments. The heart of the Black Moon.” The sphere pulsed once, and the tether between them yanked tight. Kaelira’s breath hitched; her knees buckled. Zevran lunged, catching her. “The bond’s reacting to it.” She pressed her forehead into his chest, trembling. “It’s calling me.”

“An earring?” “Yes, I’m guessing it’s what's keeping his magical powers sealed. It was black in color so I’m guessing Adam Kiryu had the help of a wizard or a witch. It’s most likely black magic.” “Adam that bastard!” As my mother started cursing him I got a call. It was from Yohan “Quincy!” He yelled my name as soon as I answered the call. “Yes?” I wonder why he called so soon? “....I just wanted to ask you something.” His answer came after some gap