Nicholas Bella Author Novels & Stories

BELLA To say I was nervous was the least. I was having a full-blown panic attack. Adonis had accepted the truth and wanted to see her, which made me the happiest, despite my fears. I had thought confronting Adonis would be the hardest, but here I was, in front of Alessia’s door, thinking of how to start the conversation. Bella Di Falco had underestimated the pressure. I took a deep breath and barged into the room, leaving everything else to the gods. The devil was downstairs but only god could help us.

He asked, sounding astonished and bewildered. “Yes, Mom or Dad said the same thing earlier when I called.,” I laughed. “It's truly unbelievable. That's why we are shocked. So what’s your major, I want to know if I can help in any way at all,” “Bachelor of Accountancy,” “Damn, I thought it would be science. Why is Alex always getting the spotlight,” he said, fake crying. “Bella, why did you have to choose his specialty? I am always competing with him and now he even gets our little sister on his side. It's not fair,” he added.

I have heard many insults from my classmates but being called a slut by your teachers is a different thing. Cannot believe they judged me this easily. That was so low of them. I wish Mr Winter to kick them out. I do not even realize when sleep engulfs me and soon I start feeling a soft caress on my cheeks that makes me lean into it. ——〃♡♡〃—— NICHOLAS The whole day I kept feeling sick and sad. My head was becoming sick of unwanted thoughts but my heart was aching for someone. Someone very special. My mate. Yeah, I could feel her sadness.

Nicholas complimented, and Bella removed her cap as she smiled at Nicholas. “Thank you, and I think our revenge plan to make Maurice lonely for the rest of his life also won't fall through,” she said…

"What did you do to them? And how does Nora know who I am?" Nicholas laughed, a sound that made Bella's blood run cold. "Your parents? Those pair of bitches?" *How dare he call them that,* Bella thought, rage mixing with her fear. "They died a long time ago," Nicholas continued casually, as if he were talking about the weather. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You and your sister will be joining them very soon." Bella felt like she had been punched in the stomach. *They're really dead,* she thought. *All this time, I hoped maybe they were still alive somewhere, but they're really gone.*

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Isabella asked as she walked around him and stood in his front again " the job was fine , so what we do you want , I seriously don't have time for all this Belle ." Nicholas said as he sat down on the chair in his room waiting patiently to listen to what Belle has to say ,he poured himself a glass of water and sat back to drink quietly . " very simple Nick , I just want you to fuck me till day break ." Isabella bursted out which nearly made Nicholas choke from the water he was drinking . " you say what ."

Nicholas stood in front of him and slowly joined his shaky hands in front of him. "Please save my, Bella. I will give you how much money you want just bring her back to life. Please save my baby and her, both of them means world to me." Nicholas pleaded to the doctor and his voice broke too. The doctor also started feeling bad for him so he sighed and spoke.

She said. “Okay then. Fine”, Nicholas said as he leaned back on his chair. She had made so much sense and he had somehow agreed with her. But the possessive part of him that was not yet ready to let her go was still there and still burned within him. “Okay? You’re going to come see her?” Reyna asked. She was surprised and confused and somewhat relieved that he had agreed to come see Mia so willingly and without any hesitation. She knew it was unlike Nicholas to just agree without trying to strike a deal. He always wanted to win.

Instead I had to fight a smile, which was an obvious betrayal by my own facial muscles. Then another woman appeared. She was beautiful in that very expensive, very camera-aware way. She looked at me as though she were assessing the quality of fabric. “I hear you’re from Bali,” she said after introducing herself with a name that vanished from my head one second later. “I am.” “Interesting.” Her smile was sweet, barely there. “Nicholas has always had very... specific taste.” I tipped my head. “Really? I thought he just had control issues.” The man beside me coughed once.