Clove Isabelle Fuhrman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But as she walked down the stone path back to the hall, she checked the cards. The man who gave her the cards was called Julien Hayes, and he was his assistant. But as she looked at the other card, her chest tightened with disbelief. President of Thorne Corporation—Riven Thorne. Of course, she knew the Thorne Corporation. But how in the world… had Isabelle gotten involved with such a bigshot? No wonder Chloe had been pushed back so cleanly at the audition. If this man had intervened, then it meant the matter had been over before it even began.

Suddenly, a hand—dry, cold, and smelling of death—clamped over her mouth from behind. "Give me the key, St. Claire," Isabella whispered into her ear, her breath smelling of rotted lilies. "Give it to me, or I’ll tell him what you’re hiding under your dress." (Watch out for Chapter 6) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment

Clara said. “My new woman?? Who??" I asked with a confused expression on my face. “The one in your car…isn't her name Isabella???!! It seems you have moved on well Arsenio so leave me the fuck alone!!!” "Isabella is not my fucking woman!! What are you talking about Clara…I haven't been with anyone else since you left me!! That's how much hold you have on me!!” “You are such a deadly Liar Arsenio!!! You expect me to believe that after two years, you haven't fucked around with someone else???"

But she didn’t have time for this now—not when her mind was so focused on taking down Ryan and everything he had built. “I don’t need closure, Chloe,” Isabella said, her voice quieter than usual. “I need power.” Chloe stared at her, as if waiting for Isabella to say something more, but then she seemed to understand. With a deep sigh, Chloe flopped back down on the couch again, her eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. “Fine, if you’re going to keep playing the ‘ice queen’ act, I’m just going to tell you what I think.”

There were some left flowers planted at the very center of the compound giving the environment a blissful nature. Brandon came out hearing her voice as he welcomed her taking the bag with her. “Thanks,” Isabella said to bran. “You should give that to Cynthia inside” She handed a clipper pack to Brandon. Brandon giggled as he took it from her and motioned towards the house, he really couldn’t stop thinking how Cynthia would look like on a low cut. That was Isabella’s decision on the best way to disguise her since her face had been plastered around the city and she had been declared wanted. She really needed another form of disguise apart from their usual make up skit she had been using.

Isabelle accepted the album and flipped through it one page at a time. There was one photo of a woman that caught his eye. A 24-year-old young girl named Anna White. The girl looks innocent in the photo, and Isabelle is sure that she is the right choice. Mrs. Jennifer provided several paperwork agreements and initial costs for Isabelle to sign. After everything was done, Isabelle said goodbye to go home. Mrs. Jennifer walked them to the driveway.

She was wearing pink scrubs with flowers all over them, I remember the day like it was yesterday. ****** “Alright, Mr. Malone. My name is Isabelle and I’m going to be taking care of you today,” her voice came out smoothly. She was looking down at the clipboard as she closed the door and walked towards me, flipping through the pages. My breath hitched as I took in her appearance. Her orange-red hair was tied in a high pony-tail, the end in curls. Her pale skin made the brown freckles on her face stand out and when her crystal blue eyes met mine, my heart skipped a beat. It was like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe and Cole was on high alert in mind, which

Something rich and savory lingered in the air, wrapping around her senses and easing some of the tension she’d carried in with her. Footsteps approached. “Isabella,” came a familiar voice, warm and welcoming. Claire Hawthorne appeared moments later, a bright smile already on her face. She looked effortlessly elegant, as always—poised without trying too hard.

he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. Claus nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce loyalty. He strode towards Isabelle, his massive frame towering over her. "Come, Isabelle," he said, his voice gentle despite his intimidating size. Claus carefully scooped up Kelvin's wwounded, cradling him in his arms. isabelle felt a wave of grief wash over her as she saw her friend's limp form. she nodded silently and followed claus, her eyes casting one glance at Collins. his eyes blazing with a determination that made her heart race.

But his head came back up from the almost impossible angle that it had been placed in, now minus the hood that he had worn moments before. He was completely bald but Isabelle did not even notice this. The things that struck her were his eyes. Even now she would have trouble describing them to anyone, despite the fact that she had thought of not much else, but at that point so many thoughts had come into her head to describe those eyes, all of them now gone. The unmasked man licked his lips and sneered at her horribly as he pushed a wet handkerchief into her face. For a brief moment she could concentrate on nothing more than a very strong smell, which was almost like bleach.