Chris Bellows Novels & Stories

The sound of Edward’s cries still echoes in my ears, a cruel reminder of everything I’ve lost. Christopher Bell, you will pay for what you are putting me through.

" Chris asked. "Really?" Bella replied "No,no just joking." Chris replied with a nervous laugh. Chris phone started ringing. It was his personal assistant Elliot. "What is it!" Chris said "Am sorry to disturb you sir but we need to head back to the office now." Elliot replied "I'll be right down." Chris replied before dropping the call. "Sorry but I have to go now. I'll call you." Chris said "That's if you'd be able to get through to me. Bella said with a smirk crossing her hands over her chest.

She didn’t need to pass on that little trait. Losing her original wasn’t as bad as she’d dreaded. She didn’t miss her own Bell’s song, having realized that Fallon could give her so much more than it ever could. It had been a beautiful creation, though, and special, and she missed it a little because of that. This Bell was going to serve a higher or lower, purpose. Rykarr had called it the ultimate assassin’s toy. It hadn’t taken much thought to realize he’d been right. Rain keyed the Bell and opened a portal to Azion’s private rooms. She’d found a way to tune it so she didn’t have be exactly where she wanted to open a portal and had walked by his place yesterday. Happily, he was alone at his

Josy resisted, smiled and Chris now knew he was now missing the important details in this interaction. “David, are you familiar with Ms. Bell before this?” “We had lunch together Chris. Ms. Bell is an interesting woman, if you must know. She’s more than the pretty face you see at first glance. I’ll warn you though, by the time you learn that assumption is incorrect it’s too late for you.” David said. He sat down in his chair with every eye in the room on him as he smirked. David didn’t look at me as he spoke. He stared at Chris as if he was challenging Chris. What was I missing here?

I used to cherish every small gift from her, even a hairband or a mug. Yet now, none of it held any value for me. I gathered all those tokens, along with my feelings for her, and tossed them away. When I returned from disposing of the items, the house was glowing with light. A sweet five-year-old was joyfully calling out "grandma," and Larisse was beaming with laughter, her eyes sparkling as she showered the child with gifts, one after another. That was Jeffrey's son, Sean Carter. He was the reason for a big fuss at a wedding, and then, they were all having a great time together.

"I'm waiting for someone." "Of course, the pretty ones are always taken..." he nods and takes a sip of his beer. He has brown feathery hair hidden behind a beanie, brown eyes and tattoos all over his arms. He looks around eighteen, but I won't judge. Fake IDs really do work out. "Guess so..." I nod. "I'm Chris. Chris Bellinger" he stretches his hand out for me to shake. Just as I'm about to say something, I'm interrupted by a good looking thirty-year-old.

CHAPTER 2 BELLA "Fifteen minutes to the Stop in Honeyville, folks," said the loud voice that woke me up. Jacob was still asleep,his head snuggled on my lap."I promise to make things so much better for you,Jakey. I will not let anyone ever hurt us again." I whispered to him while running my fingers through his hair. As we got off the bus, my jaw hung in awe.The only words that came to mind were WOW! WOW! WOW! I looked over to Jacob,and his once scared looking eyes were gleaming with excitement. I smile down at him and go in for a hug."Welcome to our new home town Jakey" I tell him. This town is truly beautiful. It oozes a positive and happy vibe I never thought I would bear witness to. Every