What Bella Novels & Stories

“What’s up?” “I can't find her.” He said. “What are you talking about?” I got confused, “Who's her?” “Bella. She is invisible, a ghost. None of the Bellas I found matched her description. And she has no social media. How can a person live with no social media?” People that don't care about other people's life, probably. Humm, Bella... Where did I hear that name? Isn't Bella the name of the interview girl? She was Hiller, right? No, it was Miller, Bella Miller.

Change is inevitable, now they actually let the females become of the right age and tag it a contract marriage instead of using the word “selling off” Bella is just twenty five, small in size, about 170m tall. She has pretty brown eyes, full lips, full eyelashes that casts a shadow on the bridge of her nose whenever she closes her eyes. A pretty prominent nose, a nice jawline, she is gorgeous and it’s no surprise that she gets hit on countless times but neglects the attention. She got married three years ago, when she was twenty two. Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage.

“She’s a rare beauty, Douglas. How kind of you to think of us.” “Look at her skin, it’s so smooth. It must be nice to bounce against her.” “Tsk, her panties are so wet. Young women nowadays are too open. I bet she can’t wait for us to pleasure her.” They were slowly closing in on me. My body turned red from their warmth. “No… Don’t…” They were grabbing me everywhere. I shivered as pleasure washed all over me.

The position was mortifying, but it allowed him to enter way deeper than he previously could. "God, Max… It's so deep… I can't anymore…" "You'll be fine, Sophie. You're a horny little one, remember?" As Max spoke, he placed me by the windows. Beyond the sheer white curtains, I could see silhouettes of students moving back and forth outside. My senses had been turned up all at once. "We're gonna be seen… M-Max…" My large breasts were pinned against the glass. Max told me to hold onto the railing while he let out a teasing chuckle. "I thought you loved being seen, Sophie. Let everyone see the campus belle in her unkept state. What do you say?"

Her voice, filled with concern and doubt, was a stark reminder of the delicate balance I had to maintain between my ruthless ambition and the ethical boundaries I sometimes blurred. A soft knock on the door drew my attention. I turned to see Bella standing there, her expression a mix of determination and unease. She was dressed in a tailored black blazer over a silk blouse, paired with fitted trousers that highlighted her slim figure. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, accentuating her sharp features. She looked simple yet beautiful, I don’t know how she managed to do that. “Bella, come in,” I said, motioning her towards the chair opposite my desk. “We need to discuss

BELLA I have to go get a wedding gown and I do not have someone to go with, naturally I’d ask Mrs Bale so she can buy our live story more but she’ll have my head for it especially with the way I dissed her at breakfast this morning Charlotte did say if I need anything I can call on her and honestly I could use some new friends, I’ll just call her and see if she’s available to go with me, I say to myself as I finish my makeup I pick up my phone and dial her “Hi Charlotte, it’s Bella” I say over the phone “Mrs Bale, good to hear from you, what do you need?” She asks excitedly from the other end “I’m going to get my wedding gown, do you mind coming with me, I need someone else’s opinion” I say

She wore a gentle smile, and the sun's halo added a touch of divine radiance to her. The bustling streets behind her provided a stark contrast to Bella's ethereal beauty. "Bella, over here!" Gabriella called. Bella snapped out of her thoughts and walked over in confusion. She then looked at the screen of Gabriella's camera and exclaimed in surprise, "This is what you just took of me? Wow, I can't believe it!" To Bella, achieving such clarity and vibrant colors would usually require post-processing. She hadn't expected that Gabriella would capture it directly.

“You are all dismissed.” . . . “Oh God! That was tense!” Bella exclaimed beside me, and I nodded along. “So… who is he?” She leaned closer to me, sneaked her arm under mine, and held it close. “Do I know him? Is he handsome? Nah, handsome is too plain. Is he a Greek god?” She asked, licking her lips. “Is he in this school? Come on, tell me! I'm dying to know!” “No,’’ I tried to pull my hands off, but she clung on tightly.

She was an image, but she was real. She was truly there. Madrid tapped me, and I opened my eyes. "You’re right," She said. "Bella is alive."

But that does not at all mean that they have to be spent with him. They have just barely entered the dance when Gus moves over to chat up Heather Gamble and Bella takes that opportunity to slip away. Heading to the bathroom, she moves into a stall and shuts the door. Pushing the lid down, she sits on top and takes out her phone, earbuds, and book. She settles in for a while. Bella is not sure how long has passed before someone is calling her name, knocking on stall doors. “Bella French. Bella, are you in here?”