Twilight Bella Age Novels & Stories

Onyx’s smile had the woman blushing. “I couldn’t agree more. That’s why I have to have her. I won’t stop hounding her until she’s all mine.” Bella turned to Tasha, smiling, and forced a tip into her hand. “Oh, I like him. If I was forty years younger…” She sighed dreamily as she walked out, making Onyx grin. “I mean it, you know,” Onyx said to Tasha quietly when she came close. “I won’t stop all this until I have you.”

I cheered, knowing she could not hear me but doing it nevertheless, I would pay with my soul if that is what she would demand in exchange for me to get a live session with her, even if it is all my documents she wants, I won't mind giving her all. “You Asshole, were you not thought in your secondary school that, oh wait, I think it's common sense for you to realize that there should be a honeymoon after a wedding?” Bella texted me, my jaw ticked at her disrespect, I swear, you would think she's the older sibling with how she acts and talks to me, it's as if she forgets that I'm older than her by four years.

The nanny revealed and that made my blood boils in anger. I wanted to attack them, but I just controlled myself because I don't want a fight. Now it clears to me why I don't like the idea of Bella being my mate. No wonder why she doesn't feel pain when I'm having physical contact with Anastasia because she's not my mate. “No, please stop it. That wasn't real.” Bella uttered, and she was about to come near me, but the palace guard stopped her. “They thought that the spell will still stay even to her eighteenth birthday has arrived, but unknowingly, they did not notice that the Alpha scent will be faded away when she is turning eighteen.” The nanny uttered, and I was thankful that Bella's nann

" I'm so sorry honey, but your father is very right" she looked at her mother, tears clouding her eyes. Bella had no problem getting married, she had no issue with that at all, she knew that was a tradition in the house and had awaited her time, everyone knew she was to get married next year when see would turn twenty one, it was the same way for every one of her siblings. Rosa had married four years ago at twenty one Renata was to get married this year after she turned twenty one, so they saw it fit, but Bella had turned twenty, three months ago, how could hers be different??

Sarah asked, tilting her head in confusion as their pace slowed down. "Just a little bit." Charlie pored over his shoulder to smile at his girlfriend. "You tired? Want me to carry you, hmm?" Sarah bit her lower lip seductively and even they are surrounded by darkness, her repulse to show her charms reigned. She tucked a hair behind her left ear. "I can manage well. Though, these little burrs are pissing me off," she informed and looked down on the burrs sticking to the hem of her dress like pieces of magnets. Some brushed the upper part of her legs.

Fuck. I typed back quickly, “that’s fucking hottt…” Her reply came almost instantly, “What have you done to me? I want more of you. I wish you were here right now with me, Bella.” I smirked and replied, “Go fuck your husband for now then.” “I’m not married. It’s Miss Shayla, not Mrs.” I raised an eyebrow, “How old are you?” “34.” “Woah.” Just twelve years older than me. That was… actually really fucking good. Mature, experienced body, but still young enough to be filthy and eager.

“Is that your way of telling me that you want to have one?” “No. Don't be ridiculous. We've barely started adulthood. Sure, my parents had me when they were 18 and 19, but I don’t want to follow in their footsteps in that department.” “Never expected to find out that your dad is a lot younger than my parents. They’re already in their late 40s.” The next day, when Twilight entered the school's gate, she was immediately dragged off somewhere by Ayaka and Atsumi. They dragged her off to behind the school and they did not look happy.

"Take this," Bella said, handing him a black suit. "It’ll make you look older. Black is always the best choice. The last thing I want is people asking questions about your age." She paused, then added, "Uhm… how old are you, anyway?" "Twenty-five," Draven replied with a smirk. "What about you, Mommy?" Bella’s eyes narrowed. "Don’t call me that. First of all, I am not your mother. And second, I’m still very young. I’m only thirty-one."

She was so focused on talking to Kylie that she didn't realize that she was carrying a beautiful gift-paper box with a ribbon running around the box. "Is this for me?" Kylie nodded slowly. "Happy birthday, Bella. Oh, you look getting old," Kylie hugged her best friend. And Bella hugged Kylie back tightly. "Thanks, Kylie. And by the way my age has just turned twenty-five. I'm not that old," Bella said. She didn't accept it when Kylie said she was old. "Ha ha ha. The important thing is you're an adult. Get a partner immediately. You can't live alone forever, can you?" Kylie laughed softly.

Taylor, of course, interpreted her actions as genuine love, assuming she had chosen him over her own father. Confident that she had Taylor wrapped around her finger, Bella didn't fret over matters of love. She was willing to manipulate the situation to her advantage, believing that Taylor would never leave her for another woman. Her beauty had captivated him from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and Bella dwelled in the power it granted her. At twenty-two years old, Bella possessed a stunning appearance that would make any high school girl envious. Her tall, slender figure and flawlessly beautiful face had drawn Taylor's attention and affection. She took pride in her appearance, recogni