His Sweet Bella Novels & Stories

I want to laugh when I see how serious his face looks. "Baby, she will become more beautiful every day. The grown-ups know that babies do not look great when they are born. You have nothing to worry about. Nobody will teach your sister. We will not allow it. You know that we look after our children. And besides, look at her. She has grabbed your finger and is holding onto it. She already loves you. And now that you will look after her, nobody will hurt her while you are around. Did you choose her name? I love the name Bella. I think she loves her name as well. And she is thanking you for giving her such a beautiful name. One day, she will become the most beautiful girl in town. And you and y

He nodded back with a tired smile. Soon after, she followed me into my room. For a moment, she just looked at me—at the shadows under my eyes, at the way I avoided her gaze. “How have you been faring, Nessa?” she asked quietly. I shook my head, my throat tightening. “I don’t know anymore, Diane.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a folded flyer. Placing it in my hands, she said, “This is why I came. You have a gift, Vanessa. Don’t bury it because of what they did to you.”

Rose is a sweet woman. "If you need us, please call Travis steps beside Rose, and both look at me. "Okay. Thank you for coming to see us, "I say. I'm not sure if that is right to say, but I'm stunned. Bella waves sweetly as both kiss her head and leave. I look at Roman, my eyes swimming with tears. "Did that just happen?"

It was already dark outside by the time they left the station. Giselle hailed a ride. While waiting, she sent a message to Jenna to briefly explain what had happened and ask to meet the next day. Jenna simply replied, "Okay." Then, she quickly followed with another message that read, "I don't even have to ask. Belle went straight to that mistress, Crystal." Even through the cold glow of the screen, Giselle could feel the exhaustion and helplessness behind those words.

“He asked me to tell you to call him.” She watched me for a moment longer before continuing to eat her chocolate donut. “I swear I’m going to end up gaining weight if I keep this up.” I laughed. The girl had an incredible body and never gained a pound. “Sure!” Susan was beautiful: a natural blonde with a killer body and beautiful blue eyes, just like her mother’s. Or so I had seen in the photographs she had shown me, though she looked more like her father. “So, what happened?” Susan watched me from the other end of the sofa as she popped another donut into her mouth.

It was a treat for my taste buds; the sweet and tart flavors danced in my mouth, while the buttery crust melted seamlessly down my throat. “Alpha Bianchi,” she said, and I was taken aback by the revelation. I didn’t say anything, but my mind raced with questions. How could someone not appreciate something so delicious? Samara was good company, and we instantly clicked. I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn’t experienced in a long time, so much so that I lost track of time. “I think I better go. I’ll see you around,” I said reluctantly as I stood up to leave.

She’s holding a pink boutique box, the gold lettering shimmering. “Would you like one?” she offers, her voice dripping with artificial honey. My stomach grumbles traitorously. Before I can stop myself, I find my hand reaching for a chocolate éclair. “Maybe just one,” I say awkwardly. “I love those, too,” Bella says, her smile bright and predatory. She watches me take a bite, her eyes tracking the movement of my jaw. “I just came by to drop off some sweets for my sweetie. He’s been working such long hours lately.”

Devon started, his voice low. "Devon! Bella! We doing this or what?" Marcus's voice carried up from the garage, irritated and impatient. The spell broke. Bella ducked past Devon and practically ran for the stairs, the resistance bands still pressed against her chest like a shield. Behind her, she heard Devon exhale slowly. She didn't look back. That afternoon, Bella volunteered to pick up groceries. Anything to get out of the house, away from the garage where Devon was putting Marcus through another round of exercises, away

She asked. "No. I'm not a model." I replied. "But you look familiar though. I've been thinking it since you took off your nose mask. Are you Tim Cougar the model?" She asked. "No, I'm just Eldse. Not a model." I replied. "Oh, weird name but it's cute." She giggled. "Here, it will get cold if you don't drink it soon. I presume you like your coffee hot. Really hot." She blinked at me. "Thanks."

The beautiful woman smiled at Bella, who now stood up from her seat. "Hi, Miss Jennie. I'm Bella, one of your big fans!" said Bella excitedly. "Oh, are you my fan? Nice to meet you Bella. I didn't expect to have a fan as beautiful as you," Jennie replied with a smile. Bella, who was in front of the woman, couldn't help but be surprised again. Jennie is really the perfect idol! Bella did not expect that besides being beautiful, Jennie was also kind. That woman is not arrogant because she has become a famous person. Jennie still replied to Bella's greeting, which in fact was just one of the small fans among Jennie's other fans.