Bellatrix Black Novels & Stories

My body wanted something, and I knew what it wanted; it was to complete our bond. "I want you," I moaned, digging my nails into the sheet, arching my back and pushing my chest up. "I want you," I cried, and he pulled me up, still ramming into me. "My Scarlett, my mate," he said. His teeth elongated, and his eyes were pure black. Neo had taken over.

Every time he looked at me, I felt like I belonged to him. Too many things were wrong. And I was doing all of them. Yet a part of me didn’t want to stop. A few minutes later, the phone rang. “Aurelian Group, this is Crystal. How may I help you?” “I need to schedule an appointment with Axel.” A woman’s voice came through the line. “May I have your name?” I heard her sigh, clearly annoyed. “I’m already registered. Alexandra Rimet.” Of course. I remembered her—the rude woman who had shown up without an appointment.

She gives me a flirty smile and slides down off the edge of my desk, removing her hand from my hair and taking my hand in hers to pull me up off my chair. “Honestly, Z, even with as tired as I am, I feel like I’m too wired now to get any sleep.” I say, standing up and wrapping my arms around Zella’s waist, pulling her close to me and burying my head into her strawberry blonde hair. She pulls her head back and looks up at me, her eyes, the color of a Tiffany’s box, dancing. “Beta, who said anything about sleeping?” Rather than wait until we’re in our suite on the Beta floor, I pick up my mate and sit her back down on the edge my desk, prepared to have her be the recipient of all my wound-up e

And Bella was alone in a corridor with her palms against a wall and her eyes closed and every bit of her power flowing outward into the building's air and nobody standing between her and whatever came next. I took the stairs three at a time. I was twenty feet from the kitchen corridor when I heard Joss shout. And when I turned the corner Bella was on the floor. Not collapsed the way she'd collapsed after healing Tobias, the graceful loss of balance of someone running low. This was different. She was down on both knees with her hands still pressed to the wall and her whole body shaking and the mark on her wrist was not glowing. It was black. Not dark. Not dim. Black. The same blackening I'd s

In a large black sofa, Cliterella was being seated, the whole room was painted black and dim red and purple lights were enhancing the darkroom. "Start..." she said softly and the girls started dancing, shaking their bodies slowly and seductively. Blair was just sitting there with a straight face when anger boiled down in her veins recalling the talk she had with Sierra. The twp girls then caressed their bodies... they were wearing a pushup bra and a G-string panty. The girls kissed each other sucking their tongues out. "Come on, make me horny..." Cliterella said and the girls faced towards her and pulled their bra and the breasts were sprung free, pointed and hard.

Bella Chapter 3 Her two little angels looks like same Siddhant and Eashan. Both her babies are healthy and cute boys. Both look same but their eyes color was different one Had black eyes just like Maya and another one chocolaty like father.. dark black curly hair and dimple chin was more attractive. Bella finally got her favourite toys!!!

She weirdly believed that my existence had to do with some stupid prophecy that had been told from centuries to centuries. "Hera, this is not why I called you here." Hera frowned at my blatant dismissal of her statement. "You will understand my concern, soon enough." "Tell me what you saw." I said, ignoring her statement. Hera stayed quiet for a while and I was starting to think she didn't see anything about Bellatrix just like before until she spoke. "She is a witch, just like I am... But much more powerful and of the fae lineage.. She is the one true descendant of the Red fox witch."

We burst into the main hall balcony just as darkness ripped through the center of the chamber below. Bernatta stood there—not the deceptive beauty she had shown before, not the elegant hybrid who could walk unnoticed among vampires, but something far more terrifying. Her true form had emerged fully now. Her hair flowed upward like it was suspended underwater. Her skin glowed with streaks of black and indigo. Symbols of warlock lineage burned across her arms, and her eyes no longer held whites—only deep, violent blue. She hovered a few inches above the floor, her aura swirling violently around her like a living storm.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

Bellatrix is my slave; my human mate and I wasn’t going to let her go. I’m aware of her position at Nexus Academy, gifted in the art of weaponry but now she was no longer that person. Collaring her solidified that there is no escaping, marked with my name and something else. Flashing the tiny remote in my hand, she reaches over to grab it but it’s futile with her height. “Give it.” She demands. Shivers of delight bleed into my veins at the venom in her eyes, the disdain. “This won’t stop me.” She emphasized, banging her bloody knuckles at the metal.