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Scott explained softly, maintaining eye contact with the Alpha Prince. " Oh, that's no problem. I can wait till then," Arnold acceded to Scott's explanation and decided to patiently wait till Belle will be eighteen years of age, and by then she will already have a wolf. " I think we should have a feast to celebrate this!" Emilia stood up and looked at the people in the living room. It was obvious she was really elated. Belle quietly nodded at what her parents said, with a smile engraved on her face. Scott stood up also and held Emilia's hand, both of them facing Arnold.

While Mayan still looked displeased. "Okay!" Kush said, and everyone agreed with him. "I had told you both that it's better to talk with them first, but nobody listened to me." I heard a familiar voice and found Dimitri, Bella's husband, lazily standing in the nightdress, keeping both of his hands under his pocket. "Well, what can we say? No one is as mature as you. OLD MAN", Bella responded sarcastically. But that was also true. While we were 23, 24, and 26 years old, Dimitri was 32 years old.

she asked, real confusion in her voice. Bella shook her head energetically, curls bouncing. "No! I've never seen you before. What's your name?" "Gwen," she answered, still smiling. "And what's your name?" "I'm Bella!" my daughter announced with the pride only a six-year-old could have. "Bella Valemont." "Bella," Gwen repeated, like she was savoring the sound of it. "What a beautiful name. How old are you, Bella?" "Six!" Bella held up six fingers, making sure the number was absolutely clear. "I turn seven in April!"

Taylor, of course, interpreted her actions as genuine love, assuming she had chosen him over her own father. Confident that she had Taylor wrapped around her finger, Bella didn't fret over matters of love. She was willing to manipulate the situation to her advantage, believing that Taylor would never leave her for another woman. Her beauty had captivated him from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and Bella dwelled in the power it granted her. At twenty-two years old, Bella possessed a stunning appearance that would make any high school girl envious. Her tall, slender figure and flawlessly beautiful face had drawn Taylor's attention and affection. She took pride in her appearance, recogni

She saw the trap. "I…" "Answer me," I pressed, stepping closer. "Your biological son's age." Bella's voice trembled. "Eigh… eighteen…" "Eighteen," I repeated, then turned to the entire room. "Everyone, listen closely. Bella claims her son is eighteen years old. But she is also claiming that my fifteen-year-old son is the child she lost eighteen years ago." A collective gasp went through the ballroom. "The math doesn't work…" "The ages don't line up at all…"

Change is inevitable, now they actually let the females become of the right age and tag it a contract marriage instead of using the word “selling off” Bella is just twenty five, small in size, about 170m tall. She has pretty brown eyes, full lips, full eyelashes that casts a shadow on the bridge of her nose whenever she closes her eyes. A pretty prominent nose, a nice jawline, she is gorgeous and it’s no surprise that she gets hit on countless times but neglects the attention. She got married three years ago, when she was twenty two. Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage.

Bella flung herself excitedly, hugging me, "Big sis!" Bella is 18 years old, and she is older than Olivia by only two years. "Bella!" I hugged her back excitedly while I shut the door since Bella was the only one there. "Come in," I ushered Bella into my new room, and she couldn't stop blushing. "Sis, your husband is very handsome, and the mansion too," Bella said with a bashful expression on her face, not knowing if she could describe Darlington as handsome. "I know," I smiled back as I walked to sit on the black couch in the room.

Maybe it is a good thing that Bella likes him, I know too well than to touch anything or anyone that belongs to her. Bella is a witch, a bad witch, well it's safe to say she is s beautiful bad witch. Her face is nothing like her heart and when she set her mind on doing something or getting anyone, she makes it her life goal to get it done. Most witches wait till the age of eighteen to bloom into their true selves, but Bella was only thirteen when she became a real witch. That gave her a special seat in the coven with her fellow witches. My childhood days with her in it was terrible, whoever gifted her beauty forgot to add a little sense to make her a perfect human, oh please I know no one is

Then, he smiled. As he leaned in toward me, I saw the pale reflection of my face in his golden-brown eyes. "Over?" He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Bella, how old were you when I first met you? 19, or 20?" I remembered that night at the Salvatore family gala, serving among pureblood wolves. My thick bangs covered half my face, and my plaid shirt was buttoned all the way to the neck. I was the only human there, lost in a den of wolves.

“Because we’ve had practice. And palace maids. Want help?” “Yes, please.” A few rooms down, 16-year-old Aurora—Bella and Kael’s daughter—was nearly ready herself. She’d chosen an elegant soft green gown that shimmered slightly under the chandelier in her room. Her deep green eyes reflected calm maturity, but beneath that lay excitement. Her silver Lycan, still new, still thrilling, had already given her confidence she’d never known she lacked. She fastened a delicate silver bracelet around her wrist, then grabbed her wrap and headed out.