Encanto Isabela Madrigal Novels & Stories

A brilliant burst of light that blazes through the cathedral the train, the tunnels, the city. We descend through gold, recollections and affection. And land in the restaurant. Real restaurant. Morning light through the windows. The smell of fresh coffee and tostones. The big center table is whole. Isla rests within Elena’s embrace eyes still brown crown vanished. She is weeping. However she is present. Everyone is present. The red balloon string is in her hand. It’s connected to nothing. She gazes at me eyes opened wide. “Tío Marco " she murmurs, "I violated the rules.”

then as the fireworks continued, songs from 'The Imperials', my favorite band continuously played from the neighbourhood next to us. For some reasons, it has that same magic- that same vibe we had when we first met. At that concert. Who knew we'd be like this right now? Back then I was clueless, completely clueless. I had no idea back then that I'll be loving Henry like this right now. "You did this?" I asked with my voice breaking. I was... so touched by the extent of his effort. He replied, "I've got some help from my friends living next to us." I smiled at him with a hint of tears of joy from my eyes.

Bass remarked. The rest including Isabella glanced at the tinted car beside their van. When Bass rolled down the windows of their ride and called the attention of the driver in the Mercedes-Benz, Isabella almost fainted. She immediately bent down faking to fix the straps of her sandals. The one driving was no other than her Brother Enrique. "Sh*t!" she mumbled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ctto: Man, I Feel Like A Woman by Shania Twain

She's expecting. The suite is a disaster zone. Maya is currently draped over the back a couch, singing a very slow, very slurred version of a song that hasn't been on the radio in a decade. "Isabellaaa," Tina groans from the floor. "Tell the floor to stop spinning. It’s being... disrespectful." "You're just drunk." I pull up Leo's chat. Isabella: The mission is compromised. The brides associates have fallen. Send help. And Gatorade.

Luiz asked, still surprised. “Yes, Uncle. Please, come inside,” Isabella said warmly. As she turned toward the woman beside him, her smile faltered—the woman was looking at her with thinly veiled disdain. “Um… Uncle, who is this lady?” Isabella asked cautiously. “Ah—she’s my... mother-in-law,” Luiz answered awkwardly. “Please, Madam, do come in,” Isabella offered politely, but the woman ignored her. Luiz and the woman—Madam Eleanor—entered and sat on the sofa. Max and Isabella joined them.

" You have to be careful Adrian that woman is still dangerous" Luca reminded Adrian hummed " hmm I know" Isabela arrived in Madrid under a new name two days later. She sat across from men who smiled too easily and promised too much. “I want him ruined,” she said coldly. “Not dead. Broken.” One of the men chuckled. “Men like Adrian Volkov only break one way.” “How?” Isabela asked. They slid a photo across the table. Elena. Mateo. Alec. Isabela’s smile returned slow and sharp.

I slip inside, scan for Carmen. A woman in the back corner raises her hand. Early thirties, dark hair, beautiful in an understated way. She stands as I approach. “Elena?” “Carmen.” We shake hands. Hers is ice cold. “Thank you for meeting me,” she says as we sit. “I know this must be confusing.” “Confusing is one word for it.” I set my bag down. “Why did Isabella give you my number?” “Because she wants you to know what you are getting into. What Mateo is really like when the cameras aren’t watching.”

Eliza got a drink and served it in two cups, they both toasted and drank happily, Eliza even played a song and forced Isabel to dance. "You will be able to get back to all your oppressors, cause I'm sure you would become a celebrity after signing the contract," Eliza said. "I can't wait," Isabel said and the dances continued. However, Cecilia and Marcus were standing opposite the house, they saw when Isabel walked inside Eliza's house with her luggage. They have been waiting outside there to confirm if Isabel was really inside that house.

Everyone from my pack was present, Phillip and Abigail, his mate, Diana and Kyle, Max and others were all present to witness today and Alphas from other packs. Giant doors of the hall were open, Eleanor was dressed in white dress which was decorated by diamonds in a flower style. Her smile was so captivating that my heart beat so fast inorder to claim her the second time. Jacob led Eleanor to where I was handing her over to me by placing her hands on mine. The priest asked us to say the necessary ritual after him which we did then a white cloth was used to cover everyone's eyes. "Can we make it open for those that were unable to mate theirs? Eleanor asked with her seductive voice.

His eyes locked on mine. Fists clenched. Chest rising and falling, like he might explode at any second, with fury, or despair. Maybe both. But he didn’t speak. Didn’t act. That’s when she spoke. Isabela. She ran toward him, stumbling over the uneven ground, hair wild, clothes stained with mud. Without hesitation, she took his hand, her fingers lacing through his like sealing an invisible pact. "Max…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "You don’t have to think."