Elsa X Isabela Novels & Stories

Xavier lamented. Elsa’s nostrils flared angrily, her scent spiking with jealousy. “She is not prettier than me. You only think that because she is the new school goddess. But when it comes to looks, I’m still number one.” Elsa ranted, then walked away quickly to avoid breaking down in front of him. The moment she left, Xavier rushed into the hostel, into his room, and threw himself on his bed with a frustrated growl. His wolf was infuriated, claws itching beneath his fingers.

I spat, my voice low and bitter. "And you know what his weakness is," Isabella said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I frowned, confused for a moment. "What are you talking about?" She smiled faintly, her wolf purring with satisfaction. "Elara is clearly trying to draw his attention. For revenge, perhaps. And if she refuses the transplant..." I laughed humorlessly, shaking my head. "She wouldn’t dare." "Wouldn’t she?" Isabella’s tone was sharp as she raised an eyebrow.

Beside Marquez, the Whisperer stood calmly, their face displaying a mix of defiance and barely discernible remorse. As Isabella gazed at the face in front of her, so familiar yet warped by time and decisions, her heart raced. "Elena?" Isabella's voice was coloured with astonishment as she whispered. Xander immediately stepped forward to support her as her knees began to weaken. Elena calmly said, "Yes, it's me, Mother," in a voice that was a peculiar blend of the daughter they knew and the alien she had turned into. "Not the Elena you believe you know, though."

Others looked outright panicked. Ximena stood at the head of the long table, her chin lifted, her emerald blouse crisp beneath a tailored blazer. She was elegant under pressure. Across from her stood **Isabela Reyes**, cool and unshaken, dressed in muted navy. Her hands rested lightly on the folder in front of her. Camila’s locket shimmered around her neck. “Thank you all for your time,” Isabela began, her voice smooth. “I come before you not as an enemy—but as blood.”

“The last time I saw that smile was when your mother was alive.” His words hit harder than expected. For a moment, silence filled the room. After my mother died… Everything changed. I couldn’t remember the last time I had truly smiled. Until now. “So…” Xavier continued. “Who is she?” I leaned back in my chair. “She’s no one.” “But somehow… she’s everything.” Xavier looked confused. “Her name is Isabella.” “What does she look like?” I smirked. “I don’t know.” Xavier blinked. “You don’t know?”

“What's the name of the bitch who killed Elisa?” “There's no point in me telling you!” “Tell me right this goddamn minute!” “Please, stop it, stop hurting yourself.” “Just tell me once and for all!” “All right, all right, I'll tell you! Her name is Isela, Isela Velar.” “Isela Velar?” “Yes, Isela Velar. A simple woman, she was a housewife.” “Isela Velar, well... I want you to remember that damn name for the rest of your life! Remember it and don't you ever forget it! Is that clear?!”

The last thing I remember was her saying that what she did to Elina may kill her if we try to undo it. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrr” “Silas.” My heart jumps. El, where is she? Is she here? We shift our heads to the right towards Iris, holding the phone. I change into my human and grab the phone. “Elina!” “Xavier, what’s wrong?” “El, where are you?”She hesitates for a moment. “I’m on a date. “Silas growls. I clench my fist, my body stiff with the anger I’m suppressing.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Her smile was full and disarming, "I'm Eira, my mother is the keeper of the cemetery." She looked so beautiful and young, was Alpha Xavier sleeping with her too? I caught myself asking before I could stop. "I'm... Isabel." I paused to gather my thoughts. "I'm.... Alpha Xavier's mate." "You are so funny." She said with a laugh. "If you don't mind Isabel, I'd love to be your friend." "Oh.." I was about to speak when I heard my name.

And in the chaos, Isabella would position herself as the savior—the woman who'd exposed the truth, who'd held the powerful accountable, who'd emerged from the ashes as the new power in New York. It was brilliant, in a twisted way. Cruel and calculating and exactly the kind of game Isabella excelled at. And Xander didn't know how to win. --- He went to Ella the next morning. She was at the hospital, sitting beside Clara's bed, her mother's hand in hers. She looked exhausted—dark circles under her eyes, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her clothes rumpled from another night spent in a plastic chair. But when she saw him, she smiled. A small smile, fragile and tired, but real.

she chimed and planted a featherlight kiss on the temple again before storming off. “I'll keep that in mind mummy” Eliora chimed waving her hand at her mother. She's always in her best behaviour and her teacher can agree with her on that. “Alright mummy, take care” Eli replied in a calm demeanor. He is always so calm and composed and more than that, he is a very intelligent boy. Isabella had her chauffeur drive her to the X-city hospital. As she was in the car, she made up her mind to go check on her mama at her tomb the day after the conference ended.