Novel & Cerita Clove Isabelle Fuhrman

CELINE'S POV I gazed at the woman at arms with the men, and looked about me, trying to think. She looked exactly like the pictures Caelum had revealed to me just months ago when he'd labelled his book and finally shared parts of his past. Isabelle Laurent. Black hair cascading in waves down to her shoulders, high cheekbones, nearly black eyes. Beautiful in a way that made my chest feel too tight from an emotion I didn’t want to put a name to.

A long white flowy dress with embroidered yellow flowers and long puff sleeves covered her voluptuous body. “You’re right on time,” she said, her hand touching his forearm. Electrical pulses zipped down his spine. He craved more of her touch. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. The curry mutton is nearly ready.” The strong aromas of cumin, ginger, garlic and onions hit his nose, making him salivate. His woman was cooking for him. Feeding him. If only she could sate the hunger in him, that wasn’t for food. Kyle stepped into the rustic cabin, the lounge space compact with a small kitchen, where Isobel was stirring a steaming pot. A song with hypnotic bass and percussion played from a bl

It was Clara, a maid Emily had briefly met the day before. "You clumsy idiot!" Isabella screamed, her voice filled with venom. "You spilled wine all over the priceless antique rug!" Clara whimpered, shaking her head in denial. "I… I didn't mean to, Miss Isabella. I slipped…" Ignoring Clara's pleas, Isabella leapt forward, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the younger woman's arm. A harsh red mark showed on Clara's pale skin. "Get out!" she shouted. "You're fired!" Clara flinched, a sob escaping her lips. Her eyes went around the room, searching for escape, but there was none.

“Also, Jana is already two drinks ahead of us. We need to catch up.” Jana giggles from behind her half-empty wine glass. “I always try to get at least four drinks deep before the speeches start. You know how long-winded most of these knuckleheads can be.” “I know that better than anyone,” Isabella says, laughing. “So, I don’t think I’ve met your girlfriend?” “Oh, you’re right,” she says, beaming. She turns to the woman next to her, who’s very pretty—she’s wearing a fitted red dress with matching red lipstick. “This is Hazel. She’s a physiotherapist.”

Clark commented after Justin was done talking. “But the man didn’t say anything about the Baxters,” Justin pointed out. “All this can be discussed later. I want to see the woman who helped the man into the company,” Isabella said with an evil glint in her eyes. Justin and Clark recognized the look in Isabella's eyes. No one needed to tell them that a storm was coming. Just like her mother, Isabella was a very cruel and wicked woman but one wouldn’t know that unless they got on her bad side.

Jones came over to me and whispered to me, "What do we do now?" “What else? We should head back home, of course. This was such a waste of time,” I said angrily. “And make sure you find the person who gave the false information on Isabella,” I added angrily. As I turned to leave I noticed that Clara was holding a piece of white-flowered cloth in her hand. It was clenched in her fist, and the way she held onto it made me think it could be dear to her. I instantly recognized it as it was a piece of the cloth Isabella was putting on the day she went missing.

There was a glass display case full of baked goods, and the smell was heavenly as they walked in and were greeted by a very interesting young lady dressed in the most fashionable gothic attire. “Well…so the strangers emerge once again. What took you so long?” She smiled and gave the ones she knew a big hug. “So, who are the newbies?” Kelly moved forward. “This is Isabella Dean.” “Ah…the great equalizer herself. Nice to finally meet you.” Amy did not shake her hand but just gave her a big hug. “You get your stuff free today.” “Wow, thank you.” “No, thank you for setting Lucy straight.” Isabella looked at Michi. “I’ll explain later.”

"I'm Claire, Mr. Valentino's assistant. He's expecting you. Please, follow me." Isabella's legs felt like water as she followed Claire to a private elevator. The woman used a keycard to access it, and they rode up in silence that felt suffocating. Isabella watched the numbers climb 42….43…. 44…..each floor taking her closer to a decision she couldn't take back.

Hazel shuffled to the bathroom to change. "And you, Miss Cleo, what the fuck are you wearing? We are not going to sell Girl Scout cookies, go change now." Cleo grabbed a dress that Gabz stuffed in her hands, then she turned to Izzy. "Don't look at me, sweetheart. I already show too much skin when I shift. I am keeping my outfit," Isabelle argued. "Why did you colour your hair, Isabelle?" Cleo asked. "I wasn't a natural blonde. This is actually my real hair colour. I thought I should accept my natural beauty," she stated honestly.

Some of my friends called me fool concerning this,they Said i didn't respect my late wife i just want peace for my new family, Isabella is not like Nicole when it comes to reasoning yet she loved celine like her own which is enough for me it didn't occur to me that Isabella has been calling until she shouted,i have been lost in thought Isabella shouted at me What are you thinking,have been calling you Am deep in thought,i couldn't hear her calling me Am sorry, Isabella release herself from my hug and left in annoyance Am sorry Dear,he pleaded Keep your sorry to yourself, always fond of saying sorry all the times and she went i inside Isabella checked herself out in the mirror in her room, sh