Your Fantasy Bella นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dina huffed and looked like she was going to say no. "What happened to Bella? You have never brought a woman to shop here before." Alpha Killian sighed. "Bella is in Spain." "So, who is she?" Dina demanded gesturing towards me. "Just some girl... I mean, I had to act with her to make Bella jealous. You know, she needs some money." "You didn't have to stoop so low..." "Alpha Killian," Colby interrupted. Alpha Killian turned to look at him. "There is something you should know."

Bella grabbed her coffee and escaped to the backyard, her hands shaking so badly she had to set the mug down. Not yet. As if it was inevitable. As if they were all just waiting for the right moment to cross a line that should never be crossed. She paced the small patio, trying to sort through the tangle in her chest. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. And underneath it all, something she didn't want to name. Want. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Is this Bella Black? She frowned. Yes. Who is this?

She imagined that right now, the one who was touching him was Alex. Her Alex. She rubbed her breast with her left hand, imagining how it would feel if Alex touched her. Bellona was immersed in her fantasy until Aramis stretched out his free hand and twisted her nipple. It felt like somebody had dropped her into a terrifying reality after having a fleeting dream. "Now, now. My Dear Bella-Bella, you are ready to accept my might," said Aramis with a snort of breath. Bellona bit her lip as Aramis began to climb into bed. Aramis assumed she was getting impatient when his wife held back her disgust for him for sure.

Carissa thought worriedly. -//- Carissa, or what everyone knows as Bella, hasn't started working yet. Rey is still giving Carissa a chance to get used to and re-learn the world of modeling. "Bella, can we practice first?" Vena asked Carissa to practice first. "Okay," said Carissa. "The camera lens was ready to take a picture of Carissa, and Carissa started to style skillfully. For some reason, Carissa felt as if she was used to being in front of the camera. Is it possible that Carissa entered Arabella's body?

She believed Bella was doing this intentionally to intimidate her, but she won’t let this bitch win. “Tsk! Everyone said I am scary,” Bella said with a smirk. She swiftly approached Casey at lightning speed and grabbed her neck. “Everyone feared me and they will. I love evil women like you. So, I need more like you,” Bella remarked and brought Casey’s face close to hers. “Do you want to know why everyone is afraid of me?” Bella asked while Casey tried to free herself as she couldn’t breathe. The foam came out of her mouth as the force extended to her neck.

Lost deep in her thoughts, Liza absentmindedly traced her pencil skirt's hem, painfully aware of how her charity shop attire contrasted sharply with everyone else's designer labels and brands. Just then, her phone pinged with another message, this time from her gas company threatening to disconnect her service if her account remained unpaid in full within a mere two weeks. A shiver ran down her spine; it felt like yet another cruel twist of fate conspiring against her. As she absentmindedly scrolled through her social media feed, an advertisement flashed before her eyes. It called out to young women aged 19-26, promising them an opportunity for elegance and mystery, a chance to work at an ex

She looked like the version of herself she had almost forgotten—the one forged during the strange, painful days when her body had been changing, strengthening, becoming something more. Sandra exhaled slowly. “You look incredible, Bella.” Bella laughed, soft and disbelieving. “Thank you.” “Now go out there and own the night,” Sandra added, wiggling her brows. “Who knows? You might even find your mate.” Bella felt heat rush to her cheeks. The idea lingered longer than she expected—dangerous, hopeful, impossible. Especially if her mate turned out to be Dave Stark. Sandra turned to leave—and promptly collided with someone.

She glanced at Bella, who was engrossed in her phone, her fingers moving swiftly over the screen. “Bella, are you sure about this?” Hara asked, attempting to break the uneasy silence. Bella looked up with a confident smirk. “Absolutely. It’s going to be amazing. Just relax and enjoy the ride. Besides, you might meet someone interesting.” Hara forced a smile, though her mind was racing with worries. She tried to focus on the positive aspects, like the chance to see the prince, but her anxiety kept creeping in. “Yeah, I suppose,” Hara said, trying to sound enthusiastic. “But I’m still nervous.”

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

Fiona snatched the DVDs back, "And you deny having peculiar tastes! Ultraman! Transformers! NP! My pure tastes can’t satisfy your heavy ones!" Feeling somewhat wronged, Bella was curious about the so-called high-quality adult films. Suddenly, Jessica's excited voice interrupted, "What’s this about peculiar tastes? Hey, Fiona, found any goodies? Let me see." With that, Bella was pushed aside. Fiona glanced at Bella, now Jessica might get her hands on those 'blockbusters.'