Edward Y Bella Novels & Stories

“I guess I should leave.” Edward put his serviette on the table and called the waiter. He walked to the cashier. “So, you are going to fly to Milan?” Elena curled her lips as she asked. She stared at Belinda with her chin rested on two hands. “Yes. Early morning.” Belinda sipped her wine. “Are you working with Edward or…?” Elena chuckled. “Dating?” she swayed her hand. “Absolutely not. I am out of his league.” Belinda grinned. She was shaking the wine glass with her hand. “What is his type?”

Usually, he was a collected man. After sometimes Edward calmed himself down and thought of something. He looked up at Paul. “I remembered that on Ellena’s profile it was writted that she had graduated from the Film Academy?” Paul nodded. “Yes Sir. Madame studied Cinematic Literature.” Edward smiled in an instant, and looked like a predator looking at prey, “Does that mean that her work is script writing?” “Ah… Yes.” Paul was surprised and nodded. People thought that Edward was nothing but a cripple and impotent brat that enjoying his father’s fortune but no one knew that he was actually the boss of the country’s largest entertainment agency, D’Front entertainment group.

"Are you all completely delusional? Eddie literally called Bella by his wife's name and disappointed their shippers, and now he's trying to play the doting husband? Is it really that hard to talk about liking someone after getting a divorce?" "Inside source here. They're actually already divorced."

Lady Eleanor sighed. “ The other members wanted to place your family on trial to test if you were still strong. I heard some were plotting to kill your brothers. " Lady Eleanor said and stopped. “ This is for your own good. " .... Bellamy was getting bored from hearing the ssme things from the men who tried to impress. She was about deciding to retire for the night when the main door opened and a man entered. He had a mask on so she couldn't of his face features but he was well built and maybe handsome. He had full golden brown hair and his facial features were sharp.

and hit send before I could talk myself out of it. Two days later, Sister Agnes found me in the shelter's common room. "Bella, there's someone here to see you." My heart stopped, something terrible was about to happen. Instead, I found a man in his fifties waiting in the lobby, his suit expensive but rumpled, his eyes sharp and assessing. "Bella Hart?" He extended his hand. "I'm Robert Hayes, CEO of Gregory Company. I believe you sent me an email about the Belmont subsidiary deal?"

"Eleanor, no need to put on airs. I've done my homework, Edward Mechanics' stock has tanked, and all those factories your dad owned are cutting jobs." He reached for my arm, but I sidestepped him. "Bruce, are you keeping tabs on me?" "Keeping tabs?" His grin widened, "Eleanor, it's the other way around. You knew I'd be here today, so here you are." He gestured toward the designer boutique behind him. "Isn't this your all-time favorite shop? I asked Bella to come today to pick out some honeymoon outfits for you. I had no idea you'd show up too."

I was listening. An hour into the flight, the initial theatrics had settled into a simmering, uncomfortable quiet. Eddie sat across the aisle, his navy jacket discarded, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were tense with a strange, restless energy. Bella was perched on the edge of the seat next to him, her fingers constantly fluttering—adjusting her hair, smoothing her skirt, reaching out to touch his arm as if to reassure herself he was still there. “I thought you didn't want me to come along, Eddie,” Bella’s voice drifted over, hushed and conspiratorial, yet loud enough to pierce through my focus. “What changed your mind? Were you trying to make your wife jealous?”

I try to ignore Cleo whispering tool on repeat. Me: I’ll let you know. Edward: Sounds good. He sends me another shirtless Snarl and I heart it before exiting out of Snarlchat. The door opens and I turn to find Bella carrying her backpack and suitcase. She’s dressed warmly, prepared for the cold weather up North. I hop out, pop open the trunk, and put her stuff in the back before hopping into the driver’s seat again. “Did you have fun with your friends? I completely spaced,” I asked.

“Can you at least tell me the temperature? Is it like hot out there, tropical? I mean, it's autumn… How far is it? How much time will we take to get there? How…” “Bella,” Edward cut in. I averted my eyes from my to do list and looked at him. Calm, relaxed, enjoying a nice cup of coffee like there was no such thing happening.

Bella turned around to look at me. I slipped off the condom with one hand, stuffing my cock back into my briefs. "... Some other high ranking members would love to get some of it and if you don't mind, they would love a meeting with you right now, as the dealer.""His name?", I asked, glancing at Bella. She didn't look pleased. "Edward Meyers, The Pacer's top buyer. Sending you the location", he replied."I will be there in twenty minutes time. Keep them busy", I said."Alright Ryan", he said, cutting the call.