Mary Flora Bell Novels & Stories

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

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

There was no need for that, not after she had already gotten fucked by the men. Bella pushed herself up. She turned, and leaned back against the counter, not bothering to pull up her trousers. Her eyes travelled from her husband, to her son, then to her daughter who was still splayed on the island, with her legs spread, and her pussy dripping. “Beautiful,” she sighed. She reached for Drake’s hand, brought it to her mouth, and licked his fingers clean off her wetness. Her eyes never left Maria. “All of you. So beautiful.”

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

" She said very slowly on Moira's talk that she opened the laptop and got busy on it, or that she tried to pretend to be busy. "This is pink." Mayra looked at the veiled modesty who was wearing a short white shirt over white trousers; pink-colored flowers were on it. "You seem to have become obsessed with white." Moira mumbled, who had heard it with modesty. Now what would Bella tell her that she was not obsessed with white color but with the person for whom she wore this color? “Bella” Mayra called her, and hearing her sweet tone, Bella smiled. This tone was used by Mayra when she had something to do with Bella.

“Or should I say the dead girl who refuses to stay dead?” Marcus moved in front of Maya fast, but Bella just laughed again. “Relax, big man. I am not here to hurt anyone tonight. I just wanted to see the new wife for myself.” She tilted her head and looked Maya up and down. “Plastic surgery looks good on you. Almost pretty now. Too bad it will not save you.” Maya felt the old rage rise up hot and fast. She stepped around Marcus before he could stop her. “What do you want, Bella?”

I laugh softly as she walks over and pulls me into a hug that smells faintly like vanilla perfume. Up close, I notice again how much thinner she’s gotten lately. Her cheeks look a little hollow beneath her makeup, and I’m reminded of Tyler moaning about her keto diet. “You girls found anything yet?” Mabel asks. “Lila refuses to commit emotionally,” Maya complains. “I committed to coming here,” I defend. “Barely.” Mabel laughs. “Well, that settles it. We’re making this a girls’ day.” *** An hour later, Maya is standing on a pedestal in a deep emerald dress while Mabel and I stare at her.

Ash whispered to her as he looked at a few guys who were taking photos of them. " By sending her, you did, " Maya said as she pointed her finger at Azora and walked out. Her vision was a little blurry when she reached her room; dropping the bag on the floor, She took deep breaths. She did not want to take painkillers but it was worsening, She picked the water bottle and gulped down the tablets once again. the coldness of the floor send shivers to her body, but it felt nice, nor she wanted to get up neither she had the power to.

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨. - 𝙇 𝙇𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙩. *** Maya rose her hand and pressed the doorbell, the traditional bell rang throughout and she waited patiently. The door opened and a woman with long deep black curly hair, clear big hazel eyes and round face came into view. Maya smiled at her, the resemblance was clear between the mother and son. "Hello, Mrs Sinha." She greeted and the woman seemed confused at first.