Ugly Bella Novels & Stories

“Bella French. Bella, are you in here?” Pulling out an earbud, she stands up to open the door. “Yes?” “Bella?” Bella nods at the girl. “Your date, Gus, is looking for you.” “Ew, why?” “Ugh, why?” Bella's voice mixes with that of another girl's. She turns her head to find a bleached blonde with big boobs on full display and too much eyeliner giving her a stank look. Clearly, the girl has a problem and Bella plans on addressing it.

The cursed adult video sat on the screen. “So where the hell is the real video?” Before Enzo could answer, a soft knock came. Dante lifted his head. “Come in.” Bella stepped inside. She looked calm, hair tied up, a small bandage on her cheek from Bianca’s scratches. She shut the door behind her and walked closer. Enzo bowed his head slightly. “Signorina Bella.” “Enzo,” she replied softly before turning to Dante. “You look like you swallowed a lemon.”

Bella Chapter 3 Her two little angels looks like same Siddhant and Eashan. Both her babies are healthy and cute boys. Both look same but their eyes color was different one Had black eyes just like Maya and another one chocolaty like father.. dark black curly hair and dimple chin was more attractive. Bella finally got her favourite toys!!!

The scenery changed as Raeann sat there, a mute participant in the fates as her vision reformed once more. Bella sat alone at Shadow's desk, her features were tight with grief as she spoke to someone on the phone. An oversized crib took up any spare space in the room as four dark-haired girls and a rusty haired boy lay sleeping peacefully under their mother's watchful eyes. But Bella looked unwell.

she said to no one in particular then added "Would you like me to call you Beth? Or Bertha? Or Eliza?" She watched as Bella got up, Her face red with anger and marched towards her. "Don't you ever call me that again. My name is Bella. Got it?" "Yes, Beth" she replied chewing on her fingernails. "Listen here, you ugly bitch...." "Shall I tell Mr. Copeland you're not available?" Bella narrowed her eyes at her then stormed to Jerkface's office. Alexis noticed how she hadn't knocked but most importantly, how she wasn't kicked out so she could go back and knock. So this is how Jerkface wanted to play it? Fine. She'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

“ We're not cute. " “ You look ugly." Sebastian said to Bellamy and she scoffed. “ You look like a toad. " She snapped and he gasped. “ I didn't ask you to wear yellow. " “ You weren't supposed to wear yellow. You ahr yellow. " She cried. “ Now they're going to think we're a couple. " “ I'm going to change. " “ Yeah go change, you marshmallow! " Bellamy said. “ You should change. "

Sharp, furious footsteps began to descend the wooden steps, each vibrating through the floorboards. I didn't have to look up to know who it was. The suffocating scent of expensive vanilla perfume mixed with raw malice filled the air. Bella. She reached the bottom and stepped into the dim light. The perfect, graceful, golden child of the pack looked completely unhinged. Her beautifully styled hair was disheveled, her luxurious dress was wrinkled, and her face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. The sweet, innocent princess act she put on for the world was entirely gone.

“ She even compared me to that her daughter- in-law . Can you imagine? She said, even uju that is not even fine like you have a husband. You just dey decorate house for nothing.” Lisa shook her head in disbelief. “ Ah. that's too harsh naw” “My ugly sister - in-law” Bella said laughing. “Ugly sister- in-law ?” Faith asked. “Yes now! You've not seen her before?” Bella leaned forward from her chair. “ That one no fine at all. Her front teeth alone can scatter someone's confidence “. Lisa tried not to laugh. “ Bella , abeg …she is not that bad. I've seen her once “.

Then it registered fully, crashing into me with brutal clarity. That was Bella. She stood there under the dull torchlight, dressed in white that no longer looked pure but stained and rumpled, clinging to her thin frame. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though it was far from neat. Loose strands had escaped, falling limply over her shoulders and sticking to her skin. She looked worn out, physically, emotionally, like someone who had been pushed far beyond her limits. Her shoulders sagged, her posture weak, yet there was something painfully stubborn in the way she held herself upright.

And what was she thinking while doing so? Wasn't she afraid of her life? Wasn't she aware that in what she was getting into? But above all, I was wondering how did she get such a big scar on her face? Could you believe me? I removed my veil, but Bella had still not opened her eyes. The skin color of both the girls didn't match at all. While the Camella had a milky white complexion, Bella's skin complication was of olive or gold-yellowish color. How could I not figure out that realize that Camella was not under the veil?