Saved By The Bell Novels & Stories

Linda said, looking me over with disdain. “Get out of here!” Dominic’s mother yelled at me as she began to walk towards me. Audrey was about to jump in front of me in defense when Dominic rose to his feet sharply, “Don’t speak to her like that.” His voice was firm and harsh. “I-Is that Bella?” Grandmother’s weak voice called out and I almost broke down in tears at the sound of her voice but I held myself together. “Yes grandma, it’s Bella and we should all be thanking her because she is the mystery doctor we’ve been searching for and the one that saved grandmother’s life.” Dominic said and I could see Vivian, his Mom and Linda share glances among themselves.

Prez explained. The blonde-haired beauty went last. “My name is Corina Calloway. They grabbed me on my way home from school. I was a senior at Jonestown High School in Iowa. When ya’ll rescued us, I tried my parents phone number but it was disconnected. I’ve been gone for three months.” “Ok, give us your parents names, and write down your address. I’ll have our tech guys look them up. Maybe they moved or had to get a new number. Either way, we’ll find out and find them.” Prez replied.

I ask softly, meeting his eyes, letting the vulnerability slip into my voice. Please buy it. Please believe me. Because I am going to destroy you, Christopher Bell. Just like you destroyed me. I take a seat, keeping my back straight, my expression carefully controlled. I feel their eyes on me, burning into my skin, waiting for me to break, to slip, to give them something—anything—that would prove I remember everything. But I won’t. Not yet. “Who saved you, Elizabeth? I want to thank them personally,” Celia says, her voice smooth as silk, but the coldness behind it cuts deep.

But it stops—luckily, it’s a taxi. I hop in without thinking. My phone buzzes again. “Raymond is awake.” A message from Daniel. I glance back at the house, then lift my hands in prayer. “Thank You, Jesus.” *** I sit in the back of the taxi with Bella, checking the bruise on her forehead. My heart aches at the sight of it. She keeps praising the stranger who saved her from the accident, saying it was just someone passing by, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is off.

Her face couldn't be seen. Only one detail was clear. Around her neck hung a familiar silver necklace. The same design Aria used to wear. Margaret watched Damien's expression carefully. "I think," she said quietly, "you're asking the wrong questions." Damien looked up. "What do you mean?" "Instead of asking who saved you..." She tapped the photograph. "...ask who needed everyone to believe it wasn't Aria." Damien lowered his eyes to the photograph again. Outside, thunder rolled across the city.

I said. “How did you know that I saved him?” he asked me. “So, it was you. I just had some hunches. You sent me message to get him,” I said. “But, I never sent you message. I wasn’t the one to send you message. If it wasn’t me then who was it who sent you message and knew all about this? Belle, I saved him this thing should never get out of this room. I don’t want anyone know that I was the one who saved him. Did you get it?” he said and I nodded him.

Granny asked again Belsaw sighed and clenched his jaw "I thought he was cruel but I guessed wrong. He saved the man and his wife. The wife died on the spot. Only the man was saved"Belsaw said "you mean after shooting them, he also saved them. Isn't it crazy "Granny asked and he nodded "I guessed the man is still alive. Where's him?. What's his name?. Where can I find him."Granny ranted "He lives in Chicago. His name is Belsaw "He replied and Granny gasped

Bell winked at Scarlett. Scarlett gave her a thumbs up, “Damn, look at you, Miss Moneybags!” But Scarlett was actually not that surprised to hear how much the dress cost. After all, Bell’s family were among the few in Irving City who could live on rental income for the rest of their lives.

I had nothing to say, even my brain was too mushy to form words. Suddenly I remembered that he was my mate and I gasped again. So aside from making me a defenseless human, the moon goddess had also cursed me with a beast of a mate. “Why?” He asked, his eyes boring into mine with so much proximity, it made my knees wobble. “Why what? Why did I save you from the bear’s trap? Why did I save you from vanquishing inside that thick forest or what Diane?” I gulped again, the lump in my throat increased at every passing second. “Why that too…” I whispered quietly, my gaze not wavering from his stormy ones.

"Good girl. I'm sorry about this, but I have to protect myself. This next part will hurt, and I don't want you biting me." He set his pack down and started to dig around inside. He pulled out a bag, red with a big red cross on it. "Wilderness first aid kit. Don't leave home without it." He smiled and stroked my head and neck as he moved closer. He was kneeling on his right knee next to my chest, looking through the bag for something, when I noticed his leg. His jeans had risen above his boot, and I could see a titanium tube leading to his artificial foot.