Romans & histoires This Is The Face Of A Killer Bella

Alpha, the warriors that helped Beta Luca and his family escape… they’ve been eliminated. Good. I smiled, dark satisfaction settling in my gut. Everyone who defies me will meet the same end. I turned and walked back into the room, the scent of sex and smoke still lingering in the air. I opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a photo of her. Bella. She was glowing in that picture—wearing a yellow sundress that hugged her curves, soft fabric stretching over her generous cleavage. Her hair was loose, her smile radiant. She looked untouchable.

Pain. And a fear she thought she had buried deep enough never to resurface again. Bella, on the other hand, began to gasp audibly. Her breathing turned erratic, shallow, as though the air in the hall had suddenly thinned. She staggered half a step backward, clutching Jack’s arm unconsciously, her fingers digging into his sleeve. William’s gaze moved slowly, deliberately, until it rested squarely on Bella. “Every attacker was hired by Bella,” he said. The words landed like a thunderbolt.

He cooed, nervously averting his gaze from my direction, he better not look, here. “I think you meant to say kill, I don't see how loving her look is, you should be scared for your life, if I were you, the heel of my feet would be touching the back of my head, Hello there, you need to answer the doctor questions, do you understand?” Bella introduced herself, a slim body was replaced with the Hulk-like body I was with seconds ago, I slipped out a half smile, while a wolf-eating scowl was seen on Hunter’s face.

Her eyes raise to my mask as she shakes, and I shake my head slightly in disappointment. “Phone,” I say and her hand trembling passes me her phone and I give to the man standing next to me as I realise everyone around me is trying to fuck with me. How is it possible I didn’t see this coming? Donna, Cornelius, and Rebecca? How is it possible they are connected? I know she looks a lot like Bella, but they are not the same person. Bella died. I know Cornelius would love to use her against me. Make me believe Bella is back. I shake my head slightly pushing away those thoughts out of my mind.

“You?” Bella stepped forward, voice calm. “You didn’t burn with the building. I came to finish the job.” Clarisse reached for something under the desk. But Bella was faster. She pulled the lipstick knife from her purse, holding it steady. “Try it.” Clarisse’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’ll make it out of here alive?” Bella smiled. “I didn’t come here to live. I came here to end you.” Clarisse froze. Her hand hovered beneath the desk. Her painted nails tapped once on the wood. “You were always a stubborn girl,” she said slowly, voice like poison wrapped in silk. “I should have broken you harder.”

Stupid boy , is it the way you think that you can make he feel terrible today again , you know what , I am not here to banter words with you , but I am here to make it known to the whole world what I can do to a lying fool , for your stupid ways and lying to me , guess what I am going to do “ Bella cracked the gun and looked at me with a smirk on her face . At that moment it dawned on me that I was dealing with a hurt girl and this is definitely not my Bella . The rage in her eyes said otherwise and it kept getting worst I am gong to kill you ahd kill myself “ the words that I didn’t want to hear came out of her mouth and before I knew it she shot directly at me . I quickly jumped away befor

“A death certificate?” Bella whispered, eyes wide. “If she’s still alive, then why the hell is there a death certificate with her name on it?” she asked herself. Her fingers shook a little as she snatched the paper fast… before the doctor could turn around and see. She folded it twice and slipped it inside her jacket then walked out like nothing happened, heart pounding loudly in her chest. That woman… Bella didn’t know how she got that perfect face, but she was damn sure it wasn’t real and was plastic or fake. She clenched her jaw. “ I swear I’m going to tear that mask off her fucking face myself.”

His voice was soft, deadly, the kind that made even seasoned killers flinch. Dante’s fists clenched. “She’s your daughter.” “Oh! I didn't know,” Vittorio said, his tone edged with mockery, Bella shook her head frantically, her tear-filled eyes locked on Dante. “Don’t, Dante,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Don’t do what he wants. Please.” Her words were a dagger. Because she knew. She knew exactly where this was leading. Vittorio’s face hardened. Without warning, he struck her across the face with the back of his hand. The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. Bella toppled sideways, her cry muffled against the carpet.

Then he looked up at Hector. "She is dead," he said. The courtyard erupted. "Dead? How can she be dead?" "She was fine just a moment ago!" "Someone killed her! Someone silenced her!" Felix stepped forward. His face was grim. "Before she died, she was staring at Bella. She looked right at her." Everyone turned to look at Bella. She was standing frozen. Her face was pale as snow. Her hands were trembling. "She stared at me because I was the closest person to her!" Bella's voice was high and desperate. "That does not mean anything! The maid never said my name! She never accused me! You cannot blame me for this!"

Just old metal, dust, and shadows. A voice comes through the iron walls all of a sudden. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here." The voice is smooth but sharp, like poison wrapped in silk. We look in the direction of the voice. Nothing at first before a shape begins to appear, all surrounded by smoke. The smoke fades and reveals a shocking face. I freeze in place. Bella. She looks different now. Her long black hair flows like liquid, and her eyes burn with cruelty. But the thing that catches my eye is the crown on her head.