His Sweet Bella Novels & Stories

Few minutes have passed. Bella heard some hurrying steps coming from the stairs. "Oh! This is a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here, Bella?" Dennis asked me, while looking suprised. "Well, my mother asked me to bring these box of sweets to your family. And thank you for letting me borrow your notes." Bella said, while giving him the paper bags. "Thank you! So, how are you feeling? You're not sick anymore?" Dennis asked with so much concern in his eyes.

Warm blood ran down my cheek. My vision went white and then blurred into nothing. … At that same moment, inside the Raymond Corporation. Bella sat cross-legged on the leather sofa, phone in hand. The screen’s glow reflected in her eyes, sharp and glimmering like a blade. On the screen was a single line of text: “It’s done. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Her lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile, so cruel and elegant. She set the phone down, leaned back, and gazed through the sunlit glass.

her mom replied as the two younger women step in to the car and Bella pedaled the gas off to the club to have a nice time. Bella’s phone chimed as she drove away from Kimmie’s mom’s house. She looked at the screen of the phone, and it was a message with a notification. “Siri, read the message” Bella commanded “We are glad to have finalized the deal with you and your partner, we are impressed by how you both know your onion ineptly, we would love to work with both of you. Looking forward to a successful partnership.” Siri’s computerized voice reads.

He looked like power in motion on his perfectly tailored midnight suit, gold watch catching the light, that effortless smile that made people lean in without even realizing it. Beside him was that strikingly beautiful lady, Bella. “Bryan,” he greeted warmly, shaking my hand with that easy confidence of his. “I want you to meet someone. This is Bella Calamida, CEO of Big Bella. Her fashion line is about to take the West Coast by storm.” She extended her hand, and for a moment, the noise of the gala seemed to fade. Her grip was firm, her nails a perfect shade of crimson, her perfume a mix of vanilla and danger.

She send a message. After some minutes. Sharyana replied. "Where are you? I'm so worried about you! Is this really you" Belle use Bella Amor as her F******k name. "Yes this is me can I call?........." A few seconds while she is typing Sharyana called her. It was a video call. Bella hurriedly answered. Upon accepting she saw Sharyana who is crying. "Belle it's really you... I miss you please come home, Aunty knows anything, they won't force you to marry anymore"

yes really if you get the job done Then I will really reward you and the special club you are in" madam windy replied "Am in" Belle said "so what the deal?" madam windy moved closer to her and whisper "I need Benita's nude pictures If you are able to get it you are in" Belle froze "why Benita's nude pictures?" She asked "Not your business so you doing it?" Madam windy replied Belle thought for a while and nod "I will do it" she replied Late night,Belle sneak into the law,dress in black coat,gloves,boots,and a black pants

I can't help but to giggle, "But I do look good with blonde hair. Nice editing." Because in that picture I look like a model, who was born in a rich family and eat apples all day instead of real food. So this is how I‘m gonna look like if I'm a size two? Funny, considering I'm at least four sizes away from the woman in this picture. "That's not you, Sweetheart," Drey drops the bomb as Miss Collins adds, "That's Scarlett."

She was not solely targeting Xenia but also him. Despite his evident aversion to them, she was compelling him to consume the mound of sweets. "Honey?" Noticing his hesitation, Belle called out to him with a cute face. Grayson could see her intentions as clear as day. Yet, when she called him "honey", it created a ripple in his heart that cleared off all his doubts. Even if he disliked sweets, he still finished them all. Belle was overjoyed. "Honey loves me the most!" Grayson was left without words as he observed Belle's joy in simply compelling him to consume sweets.

she said sweetly. I shook my head. Would she turn on me now? Reveal her true self already? She didn’t. Scott believed I would always forgive him no matter what he did to me. My love for him had always been foolish and he was proudly counting on that. However, Belle wasn’t so sure. The smile on her lips faltered, the real bitter part threatening to spill out, but she had to force it back down. She may be my only friend, but she couldn’t stop playing her part of being the sweet, perfect friend yet.

His face changed. "What?" I looked down at my phone again. Then back at him. "Don't follow me." "Dahlia—" "I said don't." For the first time since Max met me, I saw him hesitate. Maybe he finally saw it. The part of me that didn't smile. The part I usually kept hidden. I walked away. And this time, Max didn't follow. Good. Because whoever had taken Sienna was about to learn something important. Jude was right. People shouldn't trust sweet girls, especially when the sweet girl has finally stopped pretending.