Tallulah Bell Novels & Stories

I shook my head, laughing as we drove out of the city. She sighed dramatically. “Okay, if I don’t say this now, I’ll be called Bella for the rest of my life. My name is Tessa.” “Tessa,” I repeated, letting it linger a bit longer than necessary. “Pretty name.” “Thank you,” she said. “But please, for the love of God, stop calling me Bella.” I nodded, looking thoughtful. “Can’t promise that.” She blinked. “What?” “You’ll always be my Bella,” I murmured, half to myself, but she definitely heard it.

And halfway down- "Your name's on it," Bella said to Xavier. "And yours," he replied quietly. --- Later that afternoon, in the library turned makeshift strategy center, Bella found Inez Talbot sitting alone. She was older than Bella expected. Late forties. Sharp cheekbones. Eyes like polished slate. She was sipping strong coffee and writing something in a leather journal. "You're the infamous Bella Bluefield," she said without looking up. "You don't look like a war machine." Bella smirked. "Neither do you."