Sonic Boom Belinda Novels & Stories

Belinda’s furious voice came from the study. She was sitting before her table and was on the phone with Mr. Gordon. “I don’t care what it takes, Gordon, I just want Liberty dead.” She had decided to go all out against Liberty and was in a terrible mood. Therefore, she was enraged when she heard someone knocking on the door. She knew who was outside. “It’s me, Belinda.” Hunter called her name. Despite being husband and wife for decades, he rarely called her by name. Belinda ended her call. She threw her phone on the table and leaned against her chair.

There was no excuse. By far, Georgina was the worst of them all. That was why Belinda would save her for last, as her death had to be the slowest and most painful. Days later, Belinda lay on her bed, staring at the blank screen of her phone. She was waiting for a call, but so far, no luck. Before leaving Club Euforia, the man named Cantor, who she'd initially mistaken for the Lycan, had collected her number. He'd said he would contact her, but it'd been almost a week since then. Belinda decided—if she didn't receive a call by Friday, she would return to Club Euforia.

"I am so hot and flared up right now, Alyssa, can you believe she called me a whore?” “Mother, take a deep breath in and out. Try to control your anger. I will be there soon. "Let me see the bitch who dares to bully my mother.” She tried her best to comfort Belinda before hanging up the phone and proceeding to drive off. “That..........Gosh! What kind of mess is this? "I hope you've got this under control, Alyssa!" Belinda breathed out and swallowed a bunch of air into her nose pipe. Her heart thumping faster every second, Belinda stood beside the window and controlled her temper.

Bonnie said sarcastically. “No, I am not, because I could roll out a list of very popular people around effortlessly, but you see this wannabe, I have never heard or seen her anywhere,” Belinda blew hot. It was a lie, but it got to Georgia so well that I caught her face flinch at Belinda’s demeaning words. “So this is who you are hanging out with now? An uncouth lady?” Bonnie threw the question at me, but Belinda was way more prepared for both of them than I would ever have imagined.

______ Belinda watched her orchestrated chaos unfold on social media, a satisfied smile on her face. She took a sip from her drink as she scrolled through the massive hate comments flooding in. "That serves you right," she muttered. Jericho stormed into the room, causing her to jolt in surprise. "Belinda, what did you do?" Jericho asked, his voice sharp. Belinda furrowed her brows, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about?" "Don't act like you don't know what I'm saying!" Jericho snapped. "The articles, the photos, the video... You were behind it, right?"

* "You don't want to talk in private? Fine. Then I’ll speak openly right here." Candice took a sharp step back, her voice no longer restrained. Her beautiful fox-like eyes seemed to be laced with lethal venom. "Mr. Fletcher, since you invited **Belinda** onto this ship, why haven't you introduced her to the rest of the guests?" Dante’s mouth hung open. His pupils contracted violently, his face draining of all color as a layer of cold sweat broke out across his skin. A reaction without psychological preparation is the most honest one. The name 'Belinda' acted like a toxic, fatal trigger, sending him into an instantaneous, disorganized spiral of terror.

As soon as they entered, the workers there took turns in greeting the two girls "Hey babies" One of the girls called out "Hey Bella" they singsong as they walked up to her and hugged her "Y'all finally remember us?" Bella said "It's work, honey. So sorry" they apologised in unison "So what are we doing today" Bella asked as the girls got seated Kate pushed Vina to her seat and she told Bella that Vina has a date tomorrow so she needs to look breathtaking. Bella winked at her and told her not to worry. She began work on Vina and she was done almost immediately. When Vina checked the mirror, she couldn't recognise herself as she looked stunning.

How I longed to be reunited with them, to know that I was missed as much as I missed them. Lost in this world of music, I failed to notice the entrance of Sandy. Her sudden applause startled me, and I blushed under the unexpected attention. "Bravo!" she exclaimed wholeheartedly. "You have such a beautiful voice Angie." Unable to hide my surprise, I stammered out a shy "Thank you. I've always loved singing." Observing my radiant happiness, Sandy's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You seem so happy. What's putting you in such a good mood?"

Chapter Eighteen CARLOTTA caught the wistful look on Belinda's face as she watched Terrence's car pull away. That scene happened just moments after she arrived at the bar with Alessandro. "Oh, come on, Belinda Joyce Margarette Santillan. How long are you going to keep running from that guy?" she said, unable to hold her tongue. "I'm not running away from him," Belinda replied, startled. "Then what do you call this?" Carlotta arched a brow.

"I think you’ve started dreaming while you're awake." "Looks more like tension than excitement," Luke noted. "Mind your own business!" At that moment, the music stopped. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until Belinda took her first step onto the stage. She was wearing a long, strapless, royal blue dress. When the fuck did she buy this? Why didn't I see her try this one on?