Bellatrix Doll Novels & Stories

She's also wearing a matching lace thong, from what I can see in the reflection in the mirrored walls from the corner of my eye, and a black leather corset, moderately laced up in the back, as tightly as I figure she could manage by herself and retain enough flexibility to move unhindered. So much to Beth's claim that the second part of my birthday present for Bella will take another week or so to be finished. Not that I have much mental capacity left to complain inside my head right now. Not that I feel like complaining at all. Bella gives me ample time to drink her in with my eyes, amusement lighting up her face while she

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.”

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

she knew he needed them alive. I saw my Bella smile and nodded at her after she had spoken. Henry asked his men to do a count of the girls and to make sure that they were all there! My face lit up as I saw a couple of our men dressed in Henry’s men’s uniforms pretending to be part of their team. From watching my Bella, I could tell that she was also planning something. Those two girls were by her side again and continued whispering! “WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU THREE?” Henry shouted at them. My Bella responded in a hoarse, almost a whisper, that they were just scared, and she was only comforting them. Damn! My Bella’s voice was gone, too. That Demon was going to pay for all that he did to her

The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed. She leans down and picks up the dress he gave her; a black tight dress that's above knee length. It puts her milky skin on display, which he likes to stare at. When she is with him, showing a little too much skin is a necessity. She walks in the bathroom and closes the door shut behind her. Leaning against the marbled basin counter, she stares at her bruised body. Blue and purple bite marks blossomed on the supple skin of her neck; her black hair all messed up from being pulled. Her plump pink lips have now turned fuller and redder, due to the torture his teeth has done.

No other questions asked, which means she definitely has some kind of status here. My curiosity spikes. "What exactly do you do here?" I whisper and she flashes me a grin over her shoulder. "A little bit of everything..." Well... That answers absolutely nothing. But before I can ask again, she pushes the double doors open and my breath catches... Soft red lighting spills across dark walls lined with mirrors and black silk drapes. Velvet couches curve around low glass tables and crystal chandeliers glimmer overhead... People are lounging everywhere! A man wearing only leather straps walks past me holding another man on a leash and my eyes nearly burst out of my skull! Rhyssa notices and gives

He looked like power in motion on his perfectly tailored midnight suit, gold watch catching the light, that effortless smile that made people lean in without even realizing it. Beside him was that strikingly beautiful lady, Bella. “Bryan,” he greeted warmly, shaking my hand with that easy confidence of his. “I want you to meet someone. This is Bella Calamida, CEO of Big Bella. Her fashion line is about to take the West Coast by storm.” She extended her hand, and for a moment, the noise of the gala seemed to fade. Her grip was firm, her nails a perfect shade of crimson, her perfume a mix of vanilla and danger.

Her presence was cinematic: distant, deliberate, devastating. She didn’t speak much, but when she did, it felt like a closing statement. Everyone noticed her but no one approached. Not because she was unfriendly, but because some fires don’t burn… they freeze you where you stand. It was a story carefully woven by Ellie and Thomas. They’d crafted Delilah from dust and fire and now Alba wore her skin like armor. The first night she walked into Club Magenta, she wore a dress that shimmered like gunmetal. The slit cut high enough

She stopped in the middle of the room. She looked so cute. I barely had time with Bella. We had made a schedule. Every girl has Bella for a day. To day was Bridget's day and Tessa was very jealous. But she looked cute in her pigtails and cute pink dress, purple bag and shoes. "I missed you all today. Did you miss me?" She asked sweetly. Bella was very shy. She looked like she was five but in reality she was one year old. She's a vampire so she grows fast.