Ella Era Bonita Novels & Stories

Julia’s voice was as gentle as her touch. “Elena.” The younger woman stirred, blinking as if surfacing from a dream. Her voice cracked. “Julia.” She tried to sit up, but Julia’s hand pressed gently to her shoulder. “Don’t,” Julia murmured. “You’re burning up.” “I’m fine,” Elena whispered, forcing a brittle smile and sitting up anyway. “I'm just tired.” “I'll bet,” Julia said, studying her face. Elena’s gaze wavered as if under scrutiny.

Nadine said with a tone that was almost a scream. “Daman? Who’s that? is he a musician?” Heira asked, taking a bite of the burger in her hand. “Seriously? Who doesn’t know Daman?” “This is his picture” she showed me the magazine. “Wow, he is handsome,” I said, staring at the guy.’s image. “Come on bae, you don’t just say it like that, the guy is damn so hot, I heard from those who have seen him, that you can’t stare at him without drooling.”

so Softly and immediately their eyes caught sight of the child, they named her 'bellissima' meaning 'very beautiful', but as she grew, no one called her that anymore, she loved to refer to herself as 'Bellissima Cassato but others would call her Bella, Bella Cassato. Only when her mother wished to scold her, did she call her by her full name but other times she referred to her as Bella, she didn't mind though, she knew she was very beautiful And indeed, she was. As the girl aged, she grew even more beautiful, her hair just the same length as Rosa's but very thick in the colour black, charcoal black which complimented her beautiful Ocean eyes. However, she wished her lips were just like Renat

No doubt she looks bold and sexy in curls and she definitely knows how to carry it. "Bella" He breathed out and her eyes snapped towards him. She gulped as her stomach churned thinking he caught her. "Short from of Bellissima which means beautiful in Italian... I hope you won't mind if i call you Bella ." He said, he likes her name and doesn't want to call her Amanda. "O_Okay" She gulped trying to calm her erotic Heartbeats down. He walked towards her and she looked up to his perfectly handsome face. Her stomach filled with butterflies when she looked into his amber eyes.

And truly, they were not disappointed when they saw the beautiful mate of Dante. Estelle, as usual, had a graceful smile on her face that could make one turn twice to stare at her. She was dressed in a red dress, her flawless skin was on display as she carried herself with grace like the Luna she would be. She smiled at everyone she came across and also stopped to have a chat with one or two persons she was familiar with. “Gosh, look at you, Estelle! You look so beautiful!” Alessia exclaims as Estelle walks to her gathering.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

he said, not in an angry tone. " I'm sorry, I was looking around for a knob with...", " I don't care", Elia cut her short, staring at her and feeling his heart beating so fast. Elora squeezed her mouth together dropping her head and avoiding his gaze. She had no makeup on, nor was she in a long, expensive ball gown, yet she looked so delicate and beautiful with her golden blonde hair and her slender figure. " what's your name?", " Elora". Founding the name familiar but he shook his mind off the humiliating thought in his mind and said, "Don't ever let me see you again",

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you? I love talking to you. You’re amazing. I want to meet you in person, to see your face.” “You won’t like it when you do, Rome.” “What in the world makes you say that, Ella?” “I’m not… I don’t look like the other girls in LA. I’m not... pretty.” “You think I care about that, El? I don’t. Regardless of what you look like on the outside, I know who you are on the inside, and you’re beautiful.” She was quiet again before she said, “You’re so sweet, Rome. You could date anyone you wanted to. Why in the world would you want to spend your time with me?”

she chimed. His grin widened. “Perfect. See you tonight.” As they walked off, Ellaya whipped a towel at Mia. “Do you ever stop talking?” Mia ducked, laughing. “Just trying to be hospitable.” “If you oversleep tomorrow, I’ll personally drain your bank account,” Ellaya muttered, collapsing onto her recliner with a sigh. --- Later that night… "You look gorgeous, Ella,” Eva said, adjusting a shimmering earring. Ellaya stared at her reflection. The red bodycon dress clung to her like second skin, hugging her long frame, emphasizing every inch she didn’t want emphasized. She tugged at the hem.

Maybe I would have, if someone had not tampered with my alarm clock" Ella said, slowly sliding her eyes to Anna who just blew her a kiss Laura pouted making Eleanor feel bad. Her mom was so cute! Honestly! With her beautiful thick black hair, brownish skin and petite frame, you'd admire her from behind but once you came around and saw her face, you literally sunk in. So beautiful, with the brightest smile. Her Italian lineage was obvious.