Bella Alice Novels & Stories

Author's POV Bella's focus was momentarily distracted when she saw two elderly people passing by—Jeremiah Stan and Alice Alsen. She frowned, surprised to see how close they seemed. Alice handed Jeremiah a box while wishing him a happy birthday, and the two embraced warmly. It was clear that their relationship was not just a day or two old. Bella rolled her eyes. She didn't like the fact that this probably meant she had once again lost out to Moira. "Miss Sanders? Are you daydreaming?" asked Rayden with a slight smile. He knew where Bella's attention had been focused earlier, and when she turned her attention back to Rayden, he lost interest in continuing the conversation.

Bella. Everything in the house looks so beautiful, the status on the table and those on the walls, it was so creative and naturally beautiful. She walks to the table and touches the molded image, it was the image of a man, sitting gracefully on a chair looking at nothing imparticular, seemingly bored. She touches it, feeling every inch of it, she doesn't know why this particular sculpture attracts her this much. "Who made this?" she asked as she turn her head to look at Mrs. Bella with a questioning gaze. "My husband..." Mrs. Bella said reminiscing about her past with a smile on her face, "Come, got something to show you..." going to the cupboard, Mrs. Bella brought out an album containing t

Alice said amidst laughter. “She certainly did,” Jessica said while laughing hysterically. “What are you two going on about?” Bella said entering the room. “We are going to be late.” Bella was Jessica’s younger sister. She was her bridesmaid today. Dressed in a seamless purple gown with a matching fascinator, she looked charming. “Everyone else is ready and waiting,” Bella continued. “We were just coming downstairs, dear,” Alice said. They went downstairs and joined the few relatives present to board the cars to convey them to the wedding venue.

I watched as he took a sharp intake of air. “Where?” I asked in a low defeated tone. He looked down at the little girl he had been holding and squeezed her hand I glanced between them both and my eyes rested on him, my bottom lip quivered when he nodded, my shoulders shook, my eyes filled with tears and for some reason, everything made sense. “Her name is Bella,” Alexander said. “Alice named her that.” “Alice named her after me, Her daughter. little did she know that her daughter was with her all along.” I mumbled.

Alessa revisited Dante and asked him to help with her makeup. Help her look less like herself again. Just because she was going into shark-infested water didn’t mean she was going to go with open wounds. Dante did his thing and turned Alice 2.0 into Alice 3.0. Her hair was even lighter now, her eyebrows a different shape, and her nose and chin smaller, thanks to the contour. Her dress was a simple white floral print. Hopefully, all of this will confuse Frank even more.

Anne looked at her approvingly, while Diane watched her like a hawk, and that was something she hadn't sensed before. "It's nice of you to make the offer, and well, I have to admit that a change of scenery doesn't hurt at all," she replied confidently and looked at me. "And who is this pretty girl who looks like a beauty queen?" That made me blush. "That's Alice; she's a new denizen of the herd," Bella said. "It's nice to meet you, Alice. I hope we get along great around here," Rita told me, and I nodded.

Bella’s Pov I'm Bella, a 20-year-old college student. I was adopted from an orphanage when I was 5 years old because the couple that took me in couldn't have children of their own. I don't remember much about my past, but I have two amazing parents Terissa and Ronald, who took care of me and sent me to college. Even though they are not wealthy, they make sure I do not need anything. I didn't have to do any part-time jobs to get funds so all I can do is get good grades so they can be proud of me. When I was in high school I met a wonderful friend, Alissa. She is from a middle-class family. She always kept to herself until I finally spoke to her. She and I enrolled in the same college and have

I stood there, arms crossed over my chest, silently watching. They opened the car door, and slowly, a pair of elegant legs stepped out, followed by the rest of her. My eyes widened the moment I recognized her. Bella Maxwell. The prized daughter of Alpha Hamilton himself. A woman whose beauty looked like it belonged on magazine covers—flawless, untouchable. And yet, here she was, walking toward my house. Neighbors and passersby began gathering, drawn by the display. Bella walked as though she were on a runway, a delicate fan held in front of her face. The picture of arrogance.

CHAPTER 2 BELLA "Fifteen minutes to the Stop in Honeyville, folks," said the loud voice that woke me up. Jacob was still asleep,his head snuggled on my lap."I promise to make things so much better for you,Jakey. I will not let anyone ever hurt us again." I whispered to him while running my fingers through his hair. As we got off the bus, my jaw hung in awe.The only words that came to mind were WOW! WOW! WOW! I looked over to Jacob,and his once scared looking eyes were gleaming with excitement. I smile down at him and go in for a hug."Welcome to our new home town Jakey" I tell him. This town is truly beautiful. It oozes a positive and happy vibe I never thought I would bear witness to. Every