This Is The Face Of A Killer Bella Romane & Geschichten

And what was she thinking while doing so? Wasn't she afraid of her life? Wasn't she aware that in what she was getting into? But above all, I was wondering how did she get such a big scar on her face? Could you believe me? I removed my veil, but Bella had still not opened her eyes. The skin color of both the girls didn't match at all. While the Camella had a milky white complexion, Bella's skin complication was of olive or gold-yellowish color. How could I not figure out that realize that Camella was not under the veil?

But as usual he hadn't let her get the satisfaction of seeing a frown on his face. “If you ever run away from me, Vina, I will come and find you. This world isn't big enough to hide you from me,” he boasted, almost making her want to play this game of chase. She was very close to testing him if not for the mission that she had been assigned with. Killing someone would definitely take priority over anything else. According to the profile of the victim that she had been given, this woman herself had been a killer or an Assassin once. This should have scared Vevina instead it made her nerves tingle from the excitement of meeting someone of her own caliber or mental state.

But Bella laughed, cold and sharp, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You’re too late,” she said, her voice dripping venom. “This cabin’s rigged to blow.” My stomach dropped as she nodded to a blinking device in the corner, a timer ticking down—five minutes. My heart stopped, panic surging. Rowan cursed, his grip tightening on Bella. “Where’s the kill switch?” he growled, his voice a blade, but she just smirked, twisting free. Gabe staggered up, his face bruised, his gun still in hand, and my blood ran cold—whose side was he on?

A metallic copper taste filled her mouth as she ripped out Camille's throat. Camille looked strangely peaceful as she transformed back into her human skin, and she even managed a smile for Isabella as she slowly sunk to the ground. Bella phased back into her own skin, feeling sick as the bite on Camille's neck oozed a dark liquid..she knew she was dying, and she weakly beckoned Isabella over to her.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

Bella realized with shock. She didn't piss off anyone to the point that they wanted to kill her. "We traced that person's bank statement. There was a large deposit to his account from the Fauler group" Kai shared. Bella froze with shock. Fauler group belongs to Aiden, so that can only mean one thing. "He is trying to kill me?" Bella gasped, unable to wrap her head around the fact that the man whom she grow up with is actually trying to kill her. She couldn't believe her ears. But she knows Kai wouldn't lie either.

What had she gotten herself into? ~~~~~~ Bella was tied to a chair, ropes cutting into her wrists. The room was dark except for a single light shining directly in her face, making it hard to see. She could make out a figure moving toward her—Killian Serrano, his face half in shadow. "I told you what would happen if you disappointed me," he said coldly. "Please," Bella begged, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't do anything wrong!" Killian raised his gun, pointing it directly at her forehead. "Go to hell," he said flatly.

He replied stunning her. Bella took two steps back away from him, she hadn’t expected him to react to her like that and she didn’t know what to think or do again. She leaned weakly on the wall with tears in her eyes as she stared at Alpha Nathan, the real murderer of her family. “What did they ever do to you to deserve that?” She yelled carrying a hint of sadness and hurt in her voice. “You wanna know what they did to me huh?” He questioned moving closer to her while she stepped back from the wall and towards the window.

Lorenzo gripped the glass window, his eyes bloodshot, a wounded animal’s whimper escaping his throat. Bella collapsed to the floor, erupting into theatrical, heart-wrenching wails, her hands clawing frantically at the tiles. But for a split second, when she lowered her head, I caught it—a flash of a relaxed, predatory smile. She didn't care about the baby's life. As long as the child died in this hospital, she had the perfect weapon to destroy me. "You murderous bitch!" Bella lunged from the floor, charging at me with the fury of a crazed harpy.