Calling Bella Novels & Stories

Bella asked herself as she continued to pace down the room. "Aargh! She's always getting in the way, I'm going to make sure I teach her a really big lesson. She can't keep sticking her nosy nose into my business, she will wish she never crossed paths with me. That fucking old hag." Bella said as she stormed into the bathroom. She grabbed her phone and put a call through to the guy that she had hired to do the job.

" Hello everyone! May I have your attention!" The chatter dies down as the crowd look at the elder. Anticipating. " Everyone! Today we found another reason to add on to our days celebration!" " Our Queen Scarlett Lockwood along with her team has successfully resolved the ever ending dispute over the northern province!" " And I with great honour would like to reward her with the entitlement of...the Golden medal for the best and the first Beta female in history!" Scar looked shocked. The title was the most prestigious award ever given to a Beta.

Andrew and Aaron both said in unison. “ Greetings, your highness,” she said, bowing her head. I was too stunned to even speak. She is a beautiful girl, she looked barely 18 years old with fair dusky skin tone, jet black hair, small face and those incredible eyes. They were like diamonds. I have never seen anything like that before. “ I am Bella,” she said with a pleasant smile playing on her lips. She looked honest and genuine but looks can be deceiving. “ I am heard to clear the evidence that someone has arrived here,” saying that she lifted her hand up before snapping her fingers. And the cars vanished before our eyes.

Warm blood ran down my cheek. My vision went white and then blurred into nothing. … At that same moment, inside the Raymond Corporation. Bella sat cross-legged on the leather sofa, phone in hand. The screen’s glow reflected in her eyes, sharp and glimmering like a blade. On the screen was a single line of text: “It’s done. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Her lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile, so cruel and elegant. She set the phone down, leaned back, and gazed through the sunlit glass.

“Please… You already got what you want. Please delete that video.” Douglas laughed and sized me up as if I were prey. “You tasted too good, and I haven’t had enough of it. Once I no longer need you, I’ll delete the video.” I wanted to say something else, but they were announcing that the train had reached the station. Before Douglas got out of the carriage, he came over to retrieve his baggage and took down my contact information. “Remember to come whenever we ask you to, otherwise you know what will happen.” The other men also felt me up once again before they left.

Bella said, her voice trembling with suppressed rage, "you give me the keys to the Geneva vault. Not as a trade secret. As my personal property." ​Dante’s eyes narrowed. "That’s a steep price, Bella." ​"The price just went up," she said. "Because if I’m going to be a saint on television, I’m going to need the power to perform a few miracles." ​She walked out of the boardroom, her heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic warning on the marble. She didn't look back to see if Dante was following. She had to get to the elevator. She had to get to the kids. But as she reached the lobby, she saw the bank of cameras and the tall, silver-haired man holding a microphone.

The lady did not take offense to it, or maybe she pretended not to, but Bella did not care about any of those things; the only thing she cared about right now was how to punish the lady and make her pay for the embarrassment she made her experience today. “It’s not a problem, ma’am. My name is Erica Charles; I’m a representative of Gregella Media.” Bella could not believe her ears when she heard what the lady said. She looked at her husband too, and she became confused because why the hell is he with a representative of Gregella Media? “What is he up to now?” Bella asked herself curiously.

Bella played a guest role, disguised as a man, in Kelly Harper's new show. She had paid people to talk about it on Facebook. She was different than Stella. Stella was beautiful, even without makeup. Her facial features were defined. Her brows and eyes created a sharp look with only some minor touch-ups.