Zach Barnes Bella And The Bulldogs Novels & Stories

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Bella’s POV I took in a deep breath before I finally stepped out from behind the hedges. Zayden looked different tonight. He was dressed in all black. He looked angry yet calm at the same time and his eyes were hardened that if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead by now. “What are you doing out here Bella?” He asked. “I got your package.” I raised the box. His gaze glanced toward it then back to me. “Good.” He said. “Keep it!”

Seeing Bella trying to touch the wound, the assistant quickly intervened, "Bella, please don’t move. You've just had surgery. Be careful not to infect the incision." Bella forced a bitter smile, her voice choked with emotion. "Who would want a star with such an ugly scar? My career in showbiz is probably over." The assistant chuckled softly, reassuring Bella, "You're worrying too much. The surgery was a success. There won’t be any scars." "Are you kidding?" Bella's disbelief was evident. She had never seen anyone come out of surgery without a scar. Understanding her skepticism, the assistant quickly handed her the phone, smiling. "Bella, look."

’ No name. My phone buzzed in my bag. I fished it out. Donald: I hope you like what I got for you. I looked at the flowers, then at the message, back at the flowers. He was actually doing this. The sadness hasn’t waned. "Mr Elvis wants to see you." Bella's voice came from behind me. "Who knows, maybe it's finally your termination letter." I turned around. Then I stopped and looked at her face properly, and I almost choked when I saw the painting on her face, called makeup. I sucked my teeth. She was only meant to take fashion tips from Tessy, not her makeup skills.

Carolina whispered, that smile I couldn’t get enough of tugging at her lips. “Best to just surrender early,” I murmured back. “She doesn’t take prisoners.” Bia sulked in silence, sipping her drink like it had personally offended her. She hadn’t said a word since Ofelia read her for filth with a therapist’s smile and a scalpel’s edge. Good. I didn’t need any more of her passive-aggressive digs tonight. I was here for one reason, and she damn sure wasn’t it. Zach leaned over with a grin. “Y’all gonna sing?”

Bella completed. She places her hand on my shoulder, her stupid orbs under the grass of grey hair boring into mine so intense. "Don't worry," she giggles. "Once my Pack has the authority, I sure will treat you right." "Joining our Pack will be a nice treatment, don't you think, Javier?" Vera let out a set of annoying giggles, dramatically swiping her dirty blonde hair back. "I'd like to see your Alpha working his butt off in the kitchen" "You... "

"Baby girl, wake up." Bella stretched out languidly in their bed with a huge grin on her face, as she prepared for another day at Howling Warriors. She opened her eyes, and once she looked at Shadow, all dressed in black, and the land outside that was hidden by the night, Bella remembered. "It's time."

"You mutts! Bite him to death! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!" At first, they took it. Then the hits got harder. They still wouldn't come near me—but now they showed their teeth at him. One crunch—the arm-thick stick snapped in half. The biggest dog rumbled low, ready to flip on him. Bella had never seen anything like this. The lion she'd taken from the zoo had only moved because it was drugged. If these animals really lost it, she'd die before the first zombie even showed. She slipped into Dylan's arms, acting calm. "The apocalypse is coming anyway. Even if we don't kill Jaime, he won't last. But your dogs don't look right. Let's go back. We can watch tomorrow."

In a small voice, she said, "Bella, aren't you hungry? Come on. Order something." "Maybe then you can shut your mouth," she added inwardly. Bella reached for the menu but didn't look at it. Instead, she took out her phone and said, "Mr. Aetos, you don't mind me taking a photo, do you? There's another person in our friend group who couldn't make it, so I want to take a photo for him." Zane smiled. "Of course not." And so, Bella unabashedly took a photo of Zane and sent it to their group chat.

“We were just playing!” Bella raised an eyebrow, her tone never wavering. “I know, but you’re still responsible for cleaning it up. And if you do it fast, we’ll get to the pool sooner.” Zane crossed his arms with a pout. “But it’s so much mess!” Bella crouched down to their level, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in close. “I know it’s a lot, but I believe in you. You’re both strong and capable. If you clean it up in ten minutes, I’ll let you have the biggest cannonball contest at the pool.”