Mary Flora Bell Novels & Stories

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

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.

" She said removing the flask from the bag. "What did you mean? She brought the food for me and not you." "Whatever, I'm hungry and I will devour this. My God! It's Yam and egg sauce," she salivated immediately as she opened the flask as the sweet aroma swirled through their nose. * * * * * ~Bella's Residence. Maria was looking for a sanitary pad she wants to steal from Bella's room since it was already late to go out and get one. Taking it without Bella's consent was the only available option she could go with as the grueling menstrual cramps was not taking it easy on her for her to start pleading to get one from her.

I clutched Olyrienne's necklace and felt it grow warm against my palm. The crying intensified, and then she appeared. The Lamenting Mother didn't look monstrous at first glance. She looked human, or close enough—a woman in what might have been a factory worker's clothing, though it was hard to tell through the corruption that clung to her like a second skin. Her face was turned away, but I could see her shoulders shaking with sobs that sounded like they were tearing her apart from the inside. "Sara Belladren," I said softly, remembering Eugene's notes. "She was twenty-six years old when she was infected. She owned this factory. She was trying to build something beautiful."

Afterward, she headed to the sink and washed her hands. "Congratulations on your engagement," a voice said beside her. Amelia turns her sunset eyes to the voice. A girl with blonde hair was smiling as she congratulated her. The girl had features befitting of a model. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was an air of elegance and confidence around her that complimented her face. "Thank you" Amelia replied as she thought that the girl in front of her was really beautiful. "My name is Calia Rostell. Nice to meet you, Amelia" Calia said and offered her hands.

Richard grinned, "No kiss?" Maria sat up. "I'm tired." He assumed she was just too weak, so he handed her the tickets to the art exhibition. "Eleanor's art exhibition. Let's go together." Maria glanced at the artist's biography on the ticket, her eyes narrowing as she took it. It listed Robin Bell, a famous overseas artist and winner of major competitions for three years running, holding her first show in the country with several never-before-seen works. But Maria had met Robin Bell before.

Marcus said, slipping on his blazer. Marvella crossed her arms. “Business has conference calls. Foolishness has plane tickets.” Mabel appeared from the hallway, armed with coffee and commentary. “If he’s chasing a woman, at least tell me she’s not another aspiring influencer.” “She’s not,” Marcus said with a firm tone.. “Well Good,” Mabel replied. “Because those ring-light girls don’t last through real humidity.” Marvella sighed. “Okay what’s her name?” He hesitated just a fraction too long. “Ava St. James.”

She felt better now that Mama was drying her tears. Marigold nodded, "You're right, Ixora is my Bella too. You both are Mama's Bellas. But..." Marigold cleared her throat and began to sing the familiar lines. "You're my Silver. She is my Crystal..." Cherry beamed. She loved it when Mama sang The Bella Rhythm. As usual, she finished the verse for her mother. "I am your Silvy. She is your Crysty. I am your Cherry. She is your Ixora.

asked Madam Cynthia. Bella nodded. “Actually, I always can. But I was afraid to expose my true self so I hid myself among the makeup and pretended to be a mute.” “Oh, dear child. You must have suffered quite a bit for you to go to this extreme.” Bella started crying. “I did, Madam Cynthia. Only you and master are kind enough to me.” “My poor child.” “So, what else are you keeping from us?” “Nothing else.” “You sure?” Bella then thought. She quickly remembered and said, “Oh, but the marigold did cure my meridians.”

Mabel defended, though her voice lacked conviction. "Call her in," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Call her in right now. I want to hear from her own lips exactly how she completed the task." Mabel hesitated, then walked over to the bell pull and gave it a sharp tug. A few minutes of agonizing silence passed before the small, side door opened and Elara stepped inside. The girl was young, with pale skin and wide, watery eyes that darted nervously between me and my mother. She curtsied deeply, her hands shaking so violently that she had to tuck them into her sleeves.