Elena Of Avalor And Princess Isabel Novels & Stories

“I told you yesterday, killing Sir Abelon wouldn’t come without consequences for TIana. Tonight I’m reaping off the results.” “Someone betrayed her?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. He did the same, in a way that looked so much as an affectionate gesture between husband and wife that even if people were curious, they wouldn't dare to look at them. “One of her court ladies was secretly engaged to Sir Abelon. How do you think she felt about the princess she serves after today’s news?” Elena would know soon enough, at the same time as all their guests, what exactly Ivar had gotten on his adoptive cousin.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Isabella screams, while Elijah collapses with her besides me. “I tried.. He didn’t let me.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” I stammer, while Emelda wipes tears from my cheeks. Isabella sobs uncontrollably into her husband, as I try to gather myself. I will of course forfeit the title of Queen to Elise and her mate. They are the next in line to the titles. Isaiah was the eldest and with the loss of Gabriel as well, she is the only one left.

Melissa taunted and flung Ida's hands away from her. Muffled sounds came out of Ida's mouth as she sobbed. “Here is your bag miss” Isabelle pushed baggage in front of her. “Even you to Elle” Ida's face showed betrayal and disbelief. “Sorry Princessa, didn't like you a bit from the start, truth be told I always have this kind of urge to want to strangle you, any moment am with you, just like now, but thank heavens you are going,” Isabella said in a smile.

It's vindictive, cruel and potentially illegal but I don't care anymore because I'm done being second best to Isabel Queens. I'm done watching her take everything while I get nothing and I'm definitely done being invisible. "How?" I ask. Helen leans forward, lowering her voice like we're conspirators. Which, I suppose, we are. "You said she's seeing both of them? The charming one and the controlling one?" "Ares and Marco. Yes." "Then expose it. Make sure they both know she's been playing them. Make sure the third one—what's his name?" "Harvey."

“A little.” Valentina stepped closer. “You know, he and I would have been powerful together.” “But you weren’t,” Elena said. “He needed someone strategic.” “And he found me.” There was the slightest tightening in Valentina’s jaw. “You think love is enough in this world?” Elena’s expression shifted, not to anger but to something colder. “Isabela said the same thing,” she said quietly. “She is nowhere to be found today. I advice you to mind your manners miss Valentina I do not know you and I would love It to remain that way else you end up like Isabella ”

Isabella thought back to that day. She had been too reckless, letting Arabella's words get to her. "But you were the one who told me to go after Matteo, you said Arabella wasn't good enough for him—" "I told you to win him over, not get us all killed!" Elena roared. "We thought you were just stealing her fiancé, not her baby too!" "And even if you did, you were stupid enough to provoke her!" Isabella's voice trembled. "I didn't know who she was, I thought she was just an orphan—"

And if Riven was interested in this woman, then as his friend, he would certainly help stir the waters. *** In another corner of the city, Isabelle sat on her bed, absently scrolling her phone. Aimee was having a nap and Riven was not back yet. She had nothing else to do so she was simply watching some shorts to while the time. The sudden ring of a call however startled her. She picked up hesitantly. “Hello?” “Is this Isabelle Monroe?” “…Yes?” “This is Director Joe’s office. Congratulations. You’ve been selected for the role of Princess Elara.”

She whispered angrily to the prince. "Yes, I'm sorry if I ruined your plans... but it wasn't my decision." "Also, you can go with Frankie and Silvio" the prince replied. *Isabel's POV* I don't know for what reason, but she noticed that the prince is very upset with me. I guess it must be because he doesn't really want to, all his lovers are here. Although it's hard for me to admit it, I think it's better if he takes them, he'll keep himself busy with that.

"Why does she hate me so much? She doesn't even know me." Elena paused, a handful of destroyed silk in her hands. She looked at the closed door, then back at me. When she spoke, her voice was low. "It's not about you, dear. It's about what you represent. Isabella Russo has been told since birth that she would marry Luca Moretti. That she would be queen of this empire. That everything she wanted would be hers." Elena's hands twisted in the fabric. "And then you came along and took it."