Empress Bella Novels & Stories

They're already dressed in their emerald bridesmaid gowns, looking elegant and put-together. "How are you holding up?" Elena asks, pressing a latte into my hands. "I'm not sure yet. Ask me after the ceremony." "You're going to be amazing," Maya says. Her calm certainty is reassuring. Bella arrives at nine in her wheelchair, already dressed in her adapted emerald gown. The dress has been tailored to look beautiful whether she's sitting or standing. She's wearing makeup, subtle and natural, and her short hair has been styled in soft waves. She looks healthier than I've seen her in months. Color in her cheeks. Light in her eyes.

The maids showed them inside . "Oh ! Duke it's so nice to see you again . No matter how many times I see it your face never gets old ." " You are praising me too much your majesty . This here is my wife ." "Greetings to the empress of the empire . I am Seilin Battenburg . Pleasure to meet you your majesty ." She bowed more gracefully than the empress could have ever anticipated she would . From the angle of her arms to how much she have lower her head was perfect . When she stood up straight smiling the empress knew her plan to insult Seilin about her manners was not gonna work anymore .

They quickly gathered in one corner, gesticulating animatedly as they enviously observed. Yuna quickly got into the car, and it was soon on its way. As they watched the car drove off, the neighbors started whispering to one another. … The Bentley raced all the way to the capital’s busiest shopping mall. EMPRESS, a luxury fashion shop patronized by the socialites and movie stars in the capital. The store was lavishly decorated. From Milan Fashion Week’s top handmade dresses to Italy’s range of luxury brands, EMPRESS was the capital’s most well-known go-to fashion shop.

Emily's POV Three Days Later "Em, why are you not dressed for the ball?" Gen asked as she poked her head through the door. "I'm not going," I answered as I lay my head on my pillow, feeling sorry for myself. Gen was already dressed in a lovely purple and white dress that hugged her chest area but flowed freely from her waist down to her ankles. Her white heels, silver earrings and necklace added the finishing touches, and her makeup was extra flawless. I almost didn't recognize my best friend.

She recited her usual mascot to cheer herself. The other girls have already gotten up. While she was wearing her black high heels there was a whistling sound. She raised her head to see the three musketeers in her room standing in front of her with a sparkle in their eyes. They also have been already ready to head to class. Lee Jeong was beautiful wearing a blue dress that accentuated her curvy body with knee-length boots. She has a cheery, easy-going personality which makes people want to befriend her from the first encounter.

Jasmine passed the comb through her hair one last time, then watched the mirror. She wasn't quite sure why she was making an effort today, but she knew it had something to do with the new neighbour. She immediately shook her head. Maybe she should let herself become a full adult before hitting on a man like that, but she couldn't help wanting to be noticed by him. She swallowed, then put the hair up, tying it into a high ponytail. She was wearing a dress, and she watched herself in the mirror again. She rarely wore dresses and she thought she could just let it wait till her 18th birthday by the end of the week.

Never had she known that there could be so powerful and omnipotence a being on Earth which incidentally was also a living kin of the Ancestral Dragon. "Greetings to you, Senior," she greeted with a reverence that amazed Chu Xun. "Earth is getting crowded, I must say," said Emperor Ao, "And here I was, thinking that Chu Xun is the only cultivator of the lost magic of Immortality here on Earth. Your mere existence is a marvel, lady." "Well, here's a gift as a token of our first meeting." Chu Xun gawked with dropped jaws. That was a little golden bell. An Immortal Weapon!? A high-tiered Immortal Weapon?!

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im

, Nora said, "I am not some sort of charity case or a pet project for rich billionaires. A cute doll you play with until you get tired....." Princess Belle Nora, a striking 5'3" brunette with long, lustrous hair cascading halfway down her back, enters the bustling mall with a sense of urgency. Her radiant beauty captivates those around her, as her expressive brown eyes shimmer with excitement. The soft, sun-kissed complexion of her flawless skin adds a touch of elegance to her overall appearance.

He barely acknowledged us arriving. Then Lorenzo. The old Alpha strode forward, broad-shouldered, warm presence radiating authority tempered with care. His Beta & son following quietly. As soon as he saw Morgan, a smile spread across his face. “Bella,” he called, arms outstretched, his voice carrying affectionate warmth. "Beautiful as always piccola," Morgan’s shoulders straightened, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Lorenzo,” she said, embracing him. He steps back reassuringly holding her shoulders before acknowledging me.