Twilight Fanfiction Bella Bashing Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The last one got trashed thanks to your little assistant.” I stilled. “She’s so clumsy,” Bella continued, inspecting her nails. “She threw herself down, didn’t she? No one touched her.” “She was bleeding.” My voice dropped to arctic. “And you left her.” Bella blinked, slow. “So this is about her now? You’re defending her?” I didn’t answer. My silence said more than my words ever could. She folded her arms, that smug grin curling again. “Why? Because she bats her lashes like a lost kitten? She’s a charity case, Damon. And she’s making you stupid.”

I scrambled to my feet, only to be knocked down again by a slap that stung more than the punch. “You think beating me up will make your lives less miserable?” I yelled, my body shaking as I struggled to stand. Carly let out a humorless laugh, leaning down until her face was inches from mine. “We don’t need a reason to beat up a colluding witch who ruined our alpha after killing his mate and child,” she hissed, her spit nearly hitting my face, “You should’ve died that day.” Bella nodded in agreement, her arms crossed as she stood over me.

they chorused, throwing her a playful salute before running off. “Stop pushing me, Zara!” “You pushed me first!” Bella shook her head, letting out a small breath. “Girls…” she murmured. ***** (will be dropping another chapter in few hours)

Bella squealed as she launched herself onto Shirin’s back, nearly knocking the mighty alpha flat against the rug. “Oof—attacked in my own territory,” Shirin groaned dramatically, rolling onto his back with Bella perched triumphantly on his chest. “I have been defeated.” “You’re weak, Daddy,” Bella declared with complete seriousness, her small hands planted on his shoulders. Across the room, Stefan darted past Roshan, who lunged for him but deliberately missed. “Too slow!” Stefan shouted, his laughter ringing through the hall as he ducked behind Arman’s legs.

Bella said angrily as she threw her bag on the floor. BAM "Hey... why you're over reacting?" Victor asked her in displeasure as he bent down and picked up her purse. "I am over reacting, I am...." Suddenly Bella started getting angry and emotional, he blamed herself for being impatient when he couldn't contact her with any another number as she had black listed his number and also if she had not called him he won't be coming here to see her or to spend the new year's night with her... "Do you think I am your toy? Whenever you want you could force me to be with you and then left me without any reason...." she shouted angrily. Her breathing heavy as her anger was rising.

"You've let us down, Bella. A child with an unknown father – do you realize what that means to our family name?" Bella, overwhelmed by their condemnation, could feel her resolve weakening. The weight of societal expectations bore down on her, threatening to crush the spirit within her. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" her mother spat out, her tone a mix of frustration and anger. "You bring shame upon us, and you don't even have the decency to know who the father is?" The relentless barrage of accusations became too much for Bella to bear. Without a word, she turned and fled from the dining room, seeking refuge in the sanctuary of her room. She closed the door behind her, barricading herself

Bella didn’t flinch. Even as I held her down, her eyes burned into mine, unyielding, untamed. She breathed hard, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, but not once did she look away. "Bella," I warned, my voice low, coiled with restrained fury. But she only laughed, sharp like a witch, "You locked me in like an animal, and now you’re shocked I bite?" She lunged again, not to attack this time, but to push her forehead against mine, challenging me, daring me. She wanted chaos. She was chaotic.

“Like hell I don’t! I didn't want to come here in the first place but I went because of you. Now I want fifteen minutes alone with you, and don't tell me you're any less wound up than I am, because I'm pretty sure that by now you've drenched your underwear and pants from being so fucking wet!” A low blow, and I kind of wish I could take back the words spilling from my mouth, but at least now Bella's angry with me and no longer holding back. “Fuck you, Cullen!” Okay, she's really angry when she's resorting to a last name basis, but I don't care. I know I deserve that anger, but it doesn't help our situation. “I wish! But you'd rather hang out with that moron and his overbearing, annoying bitc

“If that is what you want, then we respect you.” With that, Finn walked away, and the others followed. Bella let out a sigh, throwing herself on the bed with her face buried in the pillow. Frustration bore deep into her as she grabbed her phone, messaging Sebastian and Fae with curse words. When she didn’t get a reply, she sank back into the bed, tears streaming down her face until she drifted to sleep. **

I didn’t know how much they’d believe or wouldn’t believe, but I tried not to think about it. I turned my head to find the bathroom. I had made it all of a few steps away from the hallway when Bella appeared holding a glass of red wine. “You fat, useless thing,” she sneered. “You should have just died.” I shook my head, realizing that there was no one in hearing range. It was only a matter of time before she showed her true colors. I could see the jealousy burning in her eyes. “I’m younger, sexier, and more beautiful than you!” She hissed. “I should be on his arm, not you.”