Carmen Bella Novels & Stories

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.

Hank stood behind me with his arms folded, his eyes watchful and alert. I was sitting on a chair in front of the woman in front of me. A woman who I thought was blind and crippled and depressed. A woman who is now smoking a cigarette and crossing her legs comfortably with ease and confidence. " I'm not Mrs Johnson, Kelvin," she began. " My name is Carmen. Carmen Julie. I'm a third-rate Nollywood actress. I was hired and paid to act as Mrs Johnson."

Hecate POV The door opened, and Carmen stepped inside. She moved like she owned the room, her golden hair catching the morning light, her crimson gown trailing across the stone floor. Her smile was half ironic, half amused, the expression of a woman who believed she had won something. She probably thought she had convinced me to help her. She probably thought I was just another healer she could manipulate. She had no idea. Ysabella followed close behind, her expression carefully neutral, her eyes sharp. She took her place near the worktable, close enough to intervene if needed, far enough to seem unobtrusive. A silent witness. A quiet guard.

The sweat drips from my face and the little clothes I am wearing cling to my body and I feel gross, but so good at the same time. I stop walking, seeing the woman from the other day walking towards me. I roll my eyes and turn to walk away. “You? Who are you? Why are you here?” I groan and Lucifer growls I smirk. “Carmella right?” I ask her as I watch this harlot standing a few feet away with her hands on her narrow waist. Her blonde hair is perfect, her body is tiny, with long legs. She reminds me of barbie, plastic, and fake. Wow, so this is what Antonio is into?

That idea give her mix feelings. She was too lucky to spend a night with a Darrem Roma. She wants to pull her hair for being so stubborn. A kiss is so possible but all she did that night was to play innocent. The door of Edna's office opens up and her secretary emerged. “You are Serene Almirez?” she asked the girl in pink sweatshirt. Serene nodded. “Yah. I am.” Belinda, Edna's secretary smiled and point the door. “You can come in.”

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.