Carmen Bella Novels & Stories

“Carmela. You can call me by that. About my identity… I will tell it some other time. You just have to know that, those people in black, they are after me. They want me back. Don’t let them. In exchange…” She took a deep breath. Not wanting to say any words that she would regret, she think about it and that is the only thing she knew she can do. Pulling up her clothes, Oliver was surprised with his eyes wide open. “What do you think you are doing!?” he shouted pulling down her clothes. “huh? I wanna show you my belly. There is a crest on it” He didn’t answer. ‘A crest…’ Carmela did just as what she wanted. A lotus print was on her belly.

Whether they fuck around his office or wherever, that had nothing to do with me, alright? I wanted to laugh out loud. The audacity of this man. How dare he! Calling me at this hour and just to flaunt his woman? “Not when I decide to go. She’s that Winter?” Carmela asked. She stared at the screen for a long time as if she was taking a good view of me. “She’s not that bad. She's beautiful even if she's not wearing any makeup.” The camera suddenly went dark then it moved and showed Calcifer and Carmela. The former was glaring at the woman.

Carmela is standing at the door, wearing a long sleeved blue gown that is cinched at the waist, highlighting her curves as it hugs her body downward. Her makeup is regal and her wrists and neck are adorned with heavy pearls, matching the white purse clutches in her arms and the white one on her feet. Two omegas step into the house with her and one of them is holding a basket while the other one just stands with heads bowed, ready to run any errands for Carmela.

The mansion looms ahead, all stone and glass and sharp angles. Home. When did I start thinking of it as home? Carmen meets us at the door. "Welcome back, Alpha. Luna." She's beaming. "How was the hotel?" "Private," Tyler says. "Thank you for the arrangements." "My pleasure. Bella's been asking for you both all morning. She's in the sunroom." We find Bella exactly where Carmen said. She's out of her wheelchair today, sitting on the sofa with a book in her lap. She looks up when we enter and grins.

Roman coldly stated. “Thanks, Dad,” Carmen mumbled before ending the call. She then got up from her couch and headed upstairs. A while later, she came back down fully dressed in ripped blue jeans, a stylish figure-fitting grey blouse, black boots, and coat while holding onto her purse. Since Terry was still sick, Carmen had to drive herself. When she got to her destination, she locked her car and headed into a fancy building. “Welcome to Glow salon. What can we do for you, ma,am.” The receptionist at the front desk asked when Carmen approached her.

smirked Brian, looking at the service maid who he evidently was flirting with. "What's for breakfast, Carmen?" began Thalia, taking out a seat for Gaby. "Tortilla chips bathed in green sauce and topped with eggs, plus crema, onion, and cheese," she read, finished with setting the table. "How I've missed home food," complimented Camilo, setting himself up. In a few minutes, Carmen returned with another average-aged lady, and they both started serving.

She saw the luggage Bella had with her and went on to ask, “Are you visiting your family again? I don’t want to miss you, so can you not go? I still haven’t told you about you, you know who." Bella smiled as she lowered her head to meet Carmela's. “Carmela, I—” Bella raised her head at me. I knew I was doomed at that moment because of how she stared. I mouthed the words “Please,” in a bid to stop her from saying anything to my kids. “Tell me, are you going to stay for long?” Carmela asked, and Bella nodded. “I am going and never returning; I miss my town, Carmela, but it was nice having to meet such a sweet soul like you,” Bella said as she dragged her box and left the premises.

Bella grabbed her coffee and escaped to the backyard, her hands shaking so badly she had to set the mug down. Not yet. As if it was inevitable. As if they were all just waiting for the right moment to cross a line that should never be crossed. She paced the small patio, trying to sort through the tangle in her chest. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. And underneath it all, something she didn't want to name. Want. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Is this Bella Black? She frowned. Yes. Who is this?

" Archer shrugged. “ So what's up with the girl?" “ She's a walking demon. A second Cassandra. " Bellamy said and Archer gasped. “ A second?" “ She behaves exactly like Cassandra. Looks like Cassandra. Gosh everything she does reminds me of that bitch. " Sebastian grumbled. " Let's just go back to the ship. We can continue shopping later. Let's play more board games. “ Meanwhile Bianca was still in the mall searching for Bellamy. She saw her entering the mall with Jon but now she's gone like she disappeared. She came out of the mall and was unfortunate to see their boat leaving.

She said and I shrugged. “That's exactly what's going to happen, anyways!” I shrugged and just then I heard the tapping of heels against the pavement. “Oww, you guys went on with the meeting without me?” A bitchy voice came and I needed Noone to tell me who owns it. Carmen Ballister. Thirty Nine years old woman that's even a bigger problem than her so called ‘husband’ How she has such an old kid at a young age is a mystery but there are rumors that she got pregnant at a very early age.