Romans & histoires Twilight Fanfiction Bella Bashing

In a flash, she surged forward, her fingers tangling into Bella’s hair with a force that sent a gasp rippling through the guards. The sudden movement yanked Bella’s head back, her eyes widening in shock before narrowing with defiance. For a moment, time seemed to pause and just the sound of their tense, uneven breaths filled the charged space before the storm truly broke. “You want to play right? Let’s play!” Bella angrily growled as she twisted Camilla’s arm and landed a slap on her face. Camilla screamed as she pulled her hair and a sadistic smirk took its place on Bella’s face as she yanked her hand off her hair and used all her strength to push Camilla away from her.

"My dear girl, this is my fault. You went through all of this alone, suffered so much, and yet you were afraid to tell me. I should have paid more attention to you." Guilt weighed even heavier on my heart. I buried my face in my arms, silently shedding tears. After dinner with Dad at Mom's bedside, I convinced him to go home and rest. I would stay. That was when a healer entered and said, "Ms. Venus, a man who's completely soaked, is here to see you. He's holding a cake." Andrew's voice rang out. "Bella, I finally understand why you're angry with me! It's because of Carol, isn't it? You misunderstood! I only sympathized with Carol because I'm an Alpha—I have a duty to care for my people!

I said rudely. Ian grabbed me from behind, folding both my hands behind my back. His hot hard breath hit my face. “You will not speak to me like that. You will respect me.” He ordered. I tried to fight him off, but just like in the books, he was too strong for me. “Let me go, you are hurting me.” I begged. He held me even tighter. “You are mine, Bella. You have always been mine and you will always be.” He said. I moaned as I tried to free myself from his grip.

As his kisses moved to her chest, she instinctively arched forward, "We... just did, do you want to die of exhaustion?" Her flawless body, akin to white jade, visually stimulated Calvin, making it hard for him to restrain himself. With eager kisses and increasingly bold touches, he ignited her desire. Bella's mind was foggy, unable to think clearly. Just moments ago, they were arguing; how did they end up like this? His abrupt and forceful shift left her no choice but to follow his lead. She looked up at the ceiling light, her vision blurring, thinking perhaps he was right; watching the light wasn't so bad after all.

He whispered with a smile, his eyes raking her body up and down with lust. She shivered in disgust and took a step back. Old Odessa would have been putty in his hands with just that one look. Not new Odessa though. She wanted to flee. "You look so hot, Bella. Have you been working out?" He asked huskily. As his hands reached for her face, she slapped it away instinctively, and Lucas didn't like that very much. The desire that was on his face turned to anger as he grabbed her wrist. "You've grown wings, haven't you, Bella?"

I feel queasy as I return from the shock and it dawns on me that I had just been slapped by Bella. “ Bitch!” she let out a yell. I don’t wait for her to finish her disgusting statements before I give her a tight slap too. “ Are you sure you are normal Bella? How could you slap me like that.” I grit my teeth as I watch her puts a hand on her red cheek. Her breathing is heavy as she gaze at me with such hatred in her eyes. She angrily throws her shoe and her bag she was holding, to the ground.

I retorted telepathically, my inner turmoil evident in my response. "He's your mate, Bella, and sooner or later, he'd have seen your nakedness if he didn't see it now," Amelia reasoned, her words resonating with a hint of truth. Her words did make sense. In the world of werewolves, the concept of modesty and privacy was different. Mates shared an intimate connection, and such moments were bound to happen sooner or later. I took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to face the inevitable. Maybe it was time to confront the situation, awkward as it may be.

“we will surely make her pay for every single tear that you had to shed, I promise” after getting her cleaned up, I gave her some sleeping pills to help her with a good night's sleep. I know it going to be very difficult to get to sleep with everything she had to witness today, I mean she has always wanted to get the love and attention of Michael but that girl keeps interfering in their life. she keeps getting all the love and attention that Erica deserves and all that Erica gets in return for her true love and devotion is heartbreak and pain. “we've had enough of that girl, it's high time we do something about it,” Arabella said with full determination and obvious hatred glaring through he

Blood began to soak her palm. "You disrespectful bitch!" Beatrice couldn't accept it. Despite the lingering dizziness, she tried to get up. "Oh! You dare to mess with me?!" Bella clenched her fists, glaring at Beatrice with sharp, disdainful eyes full of hatred. "Why should I be afraid?" Beatrice didn't flinch at all. She was actually waiting for this annoying woman who disturbed her sleep to come closer. "You damn slut!!!" Bella swiftly threw a powerful slap that landed on Beatrice's cheek. However, Beatrice promptly grabbed Bella's hand, tightly restraining it while the woman stared at her with intense hatred.

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