Novel & Cerita Chasing Red Isabelle Ronin

Liam knocked once, twice, then paused. The door creaked open. A woman stood there—tall, regal, with silver-streaked hair and eyes that narrowed the moment she saw me. “So, you brought her,” she said to Liam. “She’s the key.” “And you’re sure?” “I’ve never been more sure.” The woman’s gaze turned to me. “Then come inside, Isla Redmond. It’s time you learned what your bloodline truly cost.” ---

And there she was. The redhead from the files. She was even more breathtaking up close. She had warm, brown almond eyes that seemed to pull me in,and her red lips soft as secrets whispered to the moon. But wasn't she supposed to be at the interview? What happened? And she knew Lucas? “ Oh, Giovanni, this is Isabelle and -,” Lucas turned to the other girl. “ Camille,” she said, looking just as surprised to see me.. “Camille and Isabelle, this is Giovanni. I'm sure you all know who he is.” Lucas grinned.

Silas turned his back on the most powerful man I knew, leaving Harrison Thorne standing in the middle of the gallery fuming. "Look at you," a voice purred, cutting through the hum. I turned my head. Isabelle was standing just outside the perimeter of my cage. She was dressed to kill, a crimson silk dress that looked like a splash of fresh blood against the grey concrete. She looked impeccable, her hair perfectly styled, a glass of champagne held delicately in her hand. "Isabelle," I rasped. She crouched down, her eyes sparkling with a malicious glee. She took a slow sip of her drink, her gaze raking over my torn clothes and the mud on my face.

Adrenaline roared through her veins, her eyes sharp with alertness as she locked gazes with the rogues. The brown one pounced first, but Isabella leapt to her left, sending him crashing to the floor. Snatching glass crockery from the nearby table, she hurled it at his back with all her strength. Satisfaction flickered through her as the shards sliced into his flesh, drawing blood and forcing a pitiful whimper from his throat. She grabbed more and hurled them at him, his agonized howls deafening the air.

I counted six of them, but their hoods were up and I couldn't see their faces. At the head of the altar stood Isabella, my supposed aunt. She wasn't wearing a robe like the others. Instead, she was dressed in an elaborate red dress that looked like it belonged in a different century. In her hands was a curved dagger with a blade that seemed to absorb the moonlight. "The blood moon reaches its peak," Isabella announced, her voice carrying clearly across the cemetery. "It is time to complete the ritual that will restore our bloodline to its rightful place."

Jason exclaimed sounding like my mom. "Guys, Skylar is unconscious you idiots." I heard the doctor, Sean say. -Unknown- I punched my fists onto my desk in frustration, I was so close but it just slipped out of my grasp. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts, I yelled come in as the door opened to revel my best assassin. "Isabelle, you're back already, I just set this mission yesterday." "Yes sir, and I have your money right here," she said placing a bag on my desk. Isabelle has been working for me ever since her parents died at the age of 10 and has trained with me.

Isabella always had a flair for the dramatic. Marco had begged him not to come alone. Kellan had argued. Even Adriana’s eyes had pleaded. But Damian was done chasing ghosts in other people’s wars. This was between him and her. The Wolf and the Spider. At the center of the stage, beneath a cracked chandelier that swayed gently from some unseen draft, Isabella waited. She wore black from head to toe, the silk clinging to her like smoke. Her blonde hair was slicked back, her lips painted blood-red. She looked like a queen perched on her throne of ruin.

Isabelle couldn’t see the woman that was walking up to her but the woman was certainly there; she was just beyond Isabelle’s perception. Isabelle kept moving and so did the woman behind her. The lady in red was now standing right behind Isabelle and was about to reach out with her hand to grab Isabelle’s shoulder. Before she could, someone else ran by like a ghost and snatched the woman in red just before she made contact with Isabelle and the both of them vanished. Isabelle heard the noise but when she swung around, she saw that she was still alone but this time, she was certain that she heard something behind her. Without thinking about it, Isabelle panicked and sped up her movement, pract

His companions however were not. “Maybe. But I have to warn you that no matter how tempting your offer is, I am not running a brothel here----” “I am looking for Allie McAllister," he cut him off, "she is a royal and deserves to be in her royal place in the Red Manor. That is all there is.” The man said, his friendly eyes continue to bedazzle the principal.

“Devon, we’ve got a problem. Isabelle’s gone to the dungeon. One of the maids saw her with a knife, heading for Scarlet’s cell.” My blood ran cold. “A knife?” Jasper nodded. “And Luther’s on his way there. If he gets to her first, things are going to get ugly.” I didn’t wait for more. I bolted out the door, my wolf snarling, urging me to move faster. Scarlet. Isabelle. Luther. The pieces were falling into place, and I didn’t like the picture they formed. Isabelle’s obsession with Scarlet wasn’t just jealousy—it was strategy. And I’d been too blind to see it.