Twilight Saga Bella Swan Novels & Stories

Her fur was pure white, but she had blue spirals all over her body and she was breathtaking. Then, I heard her voice in my head: "Now you see the real me.” I tried to ask her about the link with her fur and this dream, but I couldn't. "Edmond, I am not the real Belle; I am Diane, her she-wolf.” I nodded to her for her to continue.

Mira snapped on the other end of the line. "It's me, Bella!" she said, her voice shaking. "What?" Mira said, her tone scathing. "Why the fuck are you calling me right now?" "Listen," Bella said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I followed two members of the Bloodcrest pack to an unknown location. I think it might be their secret hideout. I'll send you my location now. Tell Zayn, and maybe you guys can come here and put a stop to all of this." There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Mira replied, "Oh, really?" Menace playing in her voice “okay, sure!” Then she hung up.

Claire gave directions which were answered with a nod and a murmur of thanks from the elegant woman. “S-She’s Anastasia? That model? Our company's BA?” Bella whispered very quietly while her eyes could not escape watching Anastasia's retreating steps. “She's very beautiful. You're right, God matches people according to their caste. We are not Cinderella who can marry a prince. Especially if our rival is a supermodel who is the target of men.” She said sadly. Claire could only shake her head at her best friend's words. They arrived at the first floor and were greeted by ‘twins’ with different parents who were sitting on the sofa in the waiting room looking at their cell phones.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

Hana's POV Bella tapped her wine glass against the marble counter, swirling the red wine before taking a slow sip. She looked at me over the rim, her green eyes sharp and full of mischief. “So, you ran into an alpha, not Crescent Moon, not anyone local. Leather boots, serious power, and you said he smelled, what, amazing?” I groaned. “I never said 'amazing,' just maybe good-looking. But that’s not the point. He was an alpha wolf, Bella! I’ve barely ever seen wolves, and suddenly, one shows up like a fairytale.”

I lowered myself slowly. The stone beneath me felt colder than anything I had ever known. He unsheathed a sword. The sound rang through the chamber. Clear. Final. “Place your hand upon the blade.” I did. Cold steel against my skin. “Repeat after me.” His voice echoed. “I, Princess Bella, do solemnly swear—” “I, Princess Bella, do solemnly swear,” I repeated. “To uphold, protect, serve, and resist.” “To uphold, protect, serve, and resist.”

But that wasn’t even half the truth. Against the wall, Bella stood doubled over, hands braced on her knees, strands of wet black hair sticking to her cheeks. Blue scales flickered up one arm, then vanished. Zayla rushed to her, and in that moment, the world stopped pretending it had rules: a halo of light ringed Bella’s head, her breath steaming the air even though it hadn’t been that cold a second before.

“I’ll never get over how beautiful they are.” Just like Nia, and her mother’s wolf, Leia, Belle’s wings were the perfect shade of blue with lilac shading and golden streaks along the outlines. When they fluttered, they sparkled as though they were decorated with diamonds. Because her most prominent ability was fire, many people expected her wings to represent that and be a delicate shade of orange. But Belle’s fire element went much further than the standard faes abilities, she was of royal blood after all.

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

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