Tallulah Bell Novels & Stories

"I accept your challenge, Tallulah. Right here. Right now." "Clear the floor," the presiding elder called out. The executives scrambled backward, dragging their leather chairs toward the concrete walls. A wide, circular dueling ground formed in the center of the room within seconds. Tallulah stepped forward into the open space. She dropped into a low combat stance. Her knuckles cracked, her fingernails lengthening into thick, black claws. A low, wet growl rumbled deep inside her throat. She was a battle-hardened Beta with a reputation for breaking bones in the western territories.

“Talia, I’d love to hear more about this troublesome sister of yours. What on earth made her stray from her hiking trail?” And with that, the tea party resumed without further interruptions. Charlotte had done her part, but Bella was nowhere near finished. The moment Bella left the palace grounds, she carefully took in her surroundings before pulling out her cell phone and dialing a private number. It didn’t ring for long before a woman’s voice, harsh and refined, answered the call. “Is it done?” the woman asked, quick and to the point. “Yes, everyone left,” she answered quietly, maintaining as much discretion as she could. “I’m alone now.”

Bella Chapter 13 After spending time with family Maya is back with her 3 kids. Krish is on business trip again for some more moths he will be not here. Next morning she got up early but Siddant was unwell so he skipped his schooling. She called Unt Maria her kida care taker and she was happy to spend her time with Sid baba.. for other two she packed their lunch boxes and after breakfast she sent kids to school. Bella was in grade 2 and she was studying in girl so first she dropped her to school then she moved st. John’s boys school. She dropped her Munchkin and left to work after promising pizza treat to all the evening.

Change is inevitable, now they actually let the females become of the right age and tag it a contract marriage instead of using the word “selling off” Bella is just twenty five, small in size, about 170m tall. She has pretty brown eyes, full lips, full eyelashes that casts a shadow on the bridge of her nose whenever she closes her eyes. A pretty prominent nose, a nice jawline, she is gorgeous and it’s no surprise that she gets hit on countless times but neglects the attention. She got married three years ago, when she was twenty two. Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage.

I know I will but I can’t tell her that otherwise she won’t let me. Pulling out of the hug, I caress the side of her face. "I don’t like it here, Bell." She peeps. Layla calls me Bell because she’s a diehard fan of ‘Tinker Bell’ and she says I am her Tinker Bell. "I want to come home with you." She says "I want you to come home too but you need to be here, to get better." I tell her

"I am Silverbell, chief of the Martial Alliance!" "What?!" The Talnamese turned in shock and fear toward Talc as the lady announced herself.

For the first time in months, I am not the bearer of bad news or the person asking for a favor. "Oh my God! You got it? How? Where? This is the best way to start my morning!" Ella screams back, her excitement mirroring mine, loud enough that I have to pull the phone away from my ear. "Okay, so, remember while I was working at the library... do you know a woman named Tabitha?" "Tabitha? The lady with that massive, gorgeous estate up on the hills? The one who looks like she stepped out of a high-fashion magazine? Yeah, I know of her. Why? What happened?"

The guy lifted his glass in a salute, "That's our Mr. Gordon. Remember how Claire turned Twilight City inside out to get your attention? And now, just a few years later, you've got her eating out of your hand." "If her tough-as-nails father, the Don, knew how meek his little heiress has gotten, he'd probably keel over." Samuel's laugh was tinged with smugness, and his eyes sparkled with triumph. Then his phone buzzed, and he smirked as he read the message. "Let's tidy up, folks. My darling's on her way." Everyone exchanged confused looks, not sure what to make of it. I spun around on instinct and saw a girl in a pink coat dashing toward the hotel.

— Ticked. The words stared back at me, sharp and damning. My mind stuttered, trying to make sense of it. Big Bella. The Fashion Brand company. Bella owned it, it was her empire, her legacy. If Christiana had discovered otherwise… then who did? Why do I feel so lost? I flipped the pages with shaking fingers, each revelation digging deeper into my ribs, until the next line stopped me cold. *Bella has a 7-year-old. — Ticked.* I froze.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.