Twilight Bella Age Novels & Stories

— 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.

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Bella said making Sarah scream. "So you had sex today" Sarah asked and Bella nodded. "How old her you guys" Sarah asked again. "About the age thing, we are lot more older than it looks, James his over a hundred, so as my dad who is close to a thousand." Bella said and Sarah eyes enlarged in shock hearing this fot the first time. *so i might be making out with a hundred years old* Sarah thought. "Don't be suprised if your date is a hundred year old." Bella confirmed Sarah's thought making Sarah swallowed a lump of spit.

Bella POV: Sitting in my room I've been looking at myself in the mirror for who knows how long. Is this what a normal 27-year-old looks like? I have nothing to show for being 27. Other people my age have families and pets. Hell some are even divorced and I'm just me with Daniel I decided to put blonde highlights in my hair. I'm wearing a red corset with leather pants and red heels to match the top. I don't even know why I'm throwing myself a party but I am and now I need to go to it

she smiled. Bella had written to me three years ago while I was in boarding school, expressing her frustration about her upcoming arranged marriage. She mentioned that, like every other royal she-wolf, she was expected to marry the man her father had chosen for her when she turned 21. She had been angry and cried so much about it back then, but now she seemed completely smitten by him. “What if mine is different,” I scoffed. “I don't care about love, though. I just want him to be bearable.”

It was not even lunchtime but I could not go for a minute longer without a breather. " Don't worry kid, you'll get used to it in no time" She gave me a smirk as she changed. It was time for her shift. She is Jenna Bennett and my colleague. I'm not sure if we have established a friendship yet but I'm pretty sure it's a working process. Like Alexis, she is older than me and older than Alexis, maybe mid-thirties. And might I say I hate being the younger one? I'm little one know to her. The are other maids but they made it quite clear that they don't like much but not all of them. A few are warming up gradually but I guess it will take time.

Crying out to me to save her. My eyes flash to the clock, it was seconds past midnight. It was a new day. As I look back to Bella, I realise that her eighteenth was closer than I thought. Today was her birthday. And she knew we were mates.

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with 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."

Remus's sweet breath smacked right across her face, making Bella close her eyes nervously. "How old are you? It seems you are still too young. " Deliberately ignoring Bella's request, Mr. Remus asked again. "Eighteen years old. Can you spare me, Your Majesty... I must go back to the kitchen?" Bella begged one more time. "Eighteen years. And, not married. A virgin ... hmmm... " The sentence was chopped up as if the person who spoke it... Is trying to digest important information from his own words. Lord Remus seemed to be deep in thought even though he is silent while still hugging his servant.