Bellatrix Book Description Novels & Stories

Bellatrix Sinclair Lazarus pushed off the bed, standing at the edge. He resembled the god of death, illuminated by darkness. “Seems like a fair price.” He licked his lips, the action predatorial and seductive. “What’s it going to be Bellatrix?” Trepidation slithered down my spine, fire coursing through my veins. My heart pounded viciously, thundering in my ears. Swallowing thickly, ignoring the anxiety simmering at the surface. “Is that all you want?” I fired back, my frustration spilling over. “If you want to fuck, just say it.”

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

"Cassandra is the name of my mama," Alexandra spoke stunned."Oh, poor fellow," Althea clicked her tongue in pity.She, of course, was a clever one. She knew meeting Azazel alone would be dangerous for her.And now if this human girl can do something to finish off the devil...why not play from behind?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grow a smirk on her evil face."What do you say?" asked Alexandra shaking the bad witch lightly."Uh-huh. What? Can't a person daydream in peace?" Althea asked annoyed."This not the right place to daydream, I guess," Alexandra twitched her lips unaware."Okay. What?" asked Althea and she answered, "All I am saying is to take this book with us.""I don't think so,

“I don’t know yet.” The study door opened. I heard it from the library. Footsteps in the corridor. Both of them. Moving toward the entrance hall. “I have to go,” I said. “I know,” Marcus said. “Bella—” “Yes,” I said. “Whatever Richard says when he comes out,” he said. “Remember that the trap only works if you let it define what you are.” I looked at the corridor. “I know what I am,” I said. “Good,” he said.

Her tongue tangled with mine, hands roaming under my robe to find me naked and ready. “No more holding back,” she murmured against my lips. “Tonight, I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Make you mine completely.” “Yes,” I breathed, leading her to my bedroom. The space felt small with her in it—my modest twin bed, the crucifix on the wall, the nightstand with my Bible. She glanced at it and smirked. “Think He’s watching?” she asked, dropping the bag and pulling out a leather collar—simple, black, with a silver buckle.

And suddenly Bella's strange behavior makes a whole lot more sense. She's still tense as hell as she clears her throat, then responds with her voice oddly strained. "Yeah, right, yesterday. Did you find that book you were looking for, on, what was it, the propagation of European Medieval societal hierarchy into the American colonies?" I follow their exchange with a near sick kind of glee on the inside, while I hope that my pleasant smile on the outside doesn't look like a shark ready to go for his helpless prey. I seem to be doing a good

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

This was Riven Romano, and his presence alone could make the world hold its breath. But among the hundreds of eyes glued to him... one pair did not look up. Bella. While others stared in awe, she sat quietly, her head tilted down, her soft fingers swiping through her e-book library. The soft glow of her screen reflected against her glasses the same glasses she hated to wear as she scrolled through pages, lost in stories that gave her peace. She didn't care for men in suits or names that carried power. This evening meant nothing to her just another parade of wealth and noise.

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.

"We are allowed to open the letters but only for terrenes. Terrenes are the only entities in this universe who do not possess the capability to see the rest of us—although few can—so we have to open it for them. Still, the same rules apply; heralds will never know its contents." "Heralding seems cool," "You are only on the tip of the iceberg. Come, follow me." I brought him to my favorite part of the library called intra librum—it is the widest mini-section in the library. It was every Heralds favorite section in this building. This time around, no one's inside the room. "What is this? A bathroom-like library section?" asked Doom as we entered the room. Its dimension was the likes of terrene