Overwhelming By Jon Bellion Novels & Stories

Stole the air from my lungs. The image from last night popped into my mind, clenching my insides tightly. The look of devotion on his face as he gazed down at my body. The hunger in his eyes. "Ah, the prodigal son returns. How was your visit to Pop? You smell like horse shit, so I take it the old bastard tried to teach you another lesson." There was no shortage of venom in Jonah's voice. His eyes narrowed in on the man walking up behind me. Moved to the right as Bellamy passed me.

Be careful what you wish for, I guess. The next song was ‘This is what you came for’ by Calvin Harris and Rhianna, the lyrics reminded me of the shock of electricity I felt every time Damien would touch me. I never understood it, it wasn’t a shock like static electricity, but more like adrenaline pumping through my veins all through my body. I looked at my bare hands at the thought, I wonder if he felt it too. I skipped the rest of the song, leading into ‘In the Name of Love’ by Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha – it was also quite appropriate for my situation.

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"We need to make our move now, Bellinor. Our chosen has had her freedom for far too long!" "If it was not for you all those years ago, Alinta would have been MINE NOW!" Bellinor bellowed with utmost hatred and pain, causing Onyx to retreat with his tail between his legs. "Oh, Alinta, my beautiful, beautiful Alinta," Bellinor murmured with a trembling sigh, watching her as she carefully navigated through the crowd, completely oblivious to his presence. He firmly grasped the vial in his gloved hands, preparing to sneak up on her from behind.

he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Damon's face remained calm, but his eyes flashed with anger. "I don't think I can take you down, Jonathan," he said, his voice low and deadly. "I know I can." With that, the two men charged at each other, their fists flying. The air was filled with the sound of grunting and punching, the two men exchanging blows with a ferocity that made my blood run cold. Tyla and I clung to each other, our eyes fixed on the brutal fight unfolding before us. We were both sobbing, our bodies shaking with fear. Jonathan leaped on a leg but he felt more energetic than Damon. It would surely that a whole for the impact of the poison to completely clear from Damon's

And now, he’s on our side? It’s almost too good to be true. Almost. “You’re sure about this?” I ask, voice steady. Alex nods. “I wouldn’t bring it to you if I wasn’t.” I exhale, weighing the risk. “Then set a meeting. I want to hear what he has to say.” Alex’s smirk is sharp. “Already done.” Alex Bellion arrives at midnight. He moves like a man who has spent his life in the shadows, composed even as the world around him crumbles. He steps inside the penthouse, glancing around before meeting my gaze.

Only his tall, commanding silhouette could be seen, his features lost in the blinding light. Many martial arts warriors present also found themselves unable to see through the light. In a shadowed corner, Ronan asked quietly, "Well, what do you think?" Noel nodded slightly. "He's very impressive. His physique is formidable—the Solar Titan Physique caught me by surprise." Meanwhile, Antoine said, practically jumping with excitement, "Bella, did you see that? The High Marshal is incredible! He's totally my idol! Honestly, he's way stronger than Mr. Snow."

He is of no use and he was ready to die for the sake of food. My phone began to ring and I was baffled about who could be calling me, I often had fewer calls apart from Dolton, calling me for some jobs he wants me to do for him. “ Is everything Set?” Dolion's voice is as deep as Grey's, if I would be accurate. Dolion has almost the same height as Grey, and this big body and grab muscles, more than a wrestler's body. “ Grey is also set for the war Dolion, everything is going as planned.” I forced my leg to move, as I sat on a couch.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

“While your sighting of a gray Haunt is incriminating for Azion, I’m told you have no scent memory. Without it, your testimony is still your word against his.” She drooped a little, thinking of that. The world sucked sometimes. “Well, Fallon was against plan A. I compromised by solving his problems instead.” When he spoke again, Jayems’s voice had gentled. “You still aren’t certain it works.” “It’ll work,” she said gloomily. “I always make these things work.” Jayems looked at Fallon, who still held the Bell. “Well? Do you want to keep charge of it?” Fallon looked at Rain. “Do you need it?”