Encanto Isabela Madrigal Novels & Stories

She stood up from her seat and spread her arms waiting for her son to hug her. Ibrahil runs in excitement to hug that woman. "Is she a princess or something, she's too young to be a mother queen," she talked to herself while looking at them with many thoughts in her head. While she has Ibrago at her side not even giving her a gaze as if she doesn't exist. She clenched her fist, she can sense something bad about this Encantado. "It's a shame that you are wearing my Ibrahils face, you snobbish jerk!"

But the power dynamic had shifted completely. “Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to the same chairs we'd occupied during her previous attempt at intimidation. “We'll stand,” Killian replied. “Suit yourself.” Eleanor settled into her throne-like chair with theatrical grace. “Now, what's this about?” “Isabella Martinez.” Eleanor's expression didn't change, but something flickered behind her eyes. “I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name.” “Maria Santos, then. Professional actress from Barcelona.” “Still not ringing any bells.”

He kept Isabella's spirit alive by telling their love story to those he encountered, spreading a message of hope and reminding others of the power of love in the face of adversity. One day, while visiting a distant village, Gabriel crossed paths with a young woman named Elena. She was kind-hearted and compassionate, dedicating her life to helping others. Her eyes sparkled with a familiar warmth and kindness that reminded Gabriel of Isabella. Intrigued, he couldn't help but feel a connection between Elena and his beloved princess.

The wedding march began to play and everyone rose, turning their gazes towards the entrance to the garden. Isabela appeared stunning, dressed in a delicate and impeccable white dress, adorned with lace and pearl details. Her radiant smile lit up the entire room, leaving everyone present enchanted. She walked gracefully, accompanied by her father, who held her arm tenderly. Miguel's eyes filled with tears of happiness when he saw Isabela approaching. In their eyes was reflected the love and certainty that this was the moment they had waited so long for. It was the moment when they would unite their lives and pledge eternal love and fidelity.

Marcus said as a form of greeting. Elena shyly made her way towards them and sat down next to Marcus. Immediately she did, Isabel's eyes snapped towards her, eyeing her like a predator did its prey. "Hi," Elena said quietly. "Who are you?" Isabel asked sharply. "Calm down, Isabel. This is Elena. My girlfriend," Elena swore she could see fire spark up in Isabel's eyes. The lady in question looked a bit older than her, with long dark hair, long eyelashes, a plum face and pursed lips, Isabel could pass for a moment.

While boys were not at all interested in it. Tina was sitting in our back with her minions. She said to her minions, "This transfer guy is going to be mine. I heard a lot about him that he is handsome and also rich". Priya and Supriya replied, "Ofcourse babes he is going to be only yours". Tina while flipping her hair back said, "I know". Ananya then whispered to me, "What a drama queen she is? She thinks that the whole world revolves around her. What a dumbo?" I chuckled at her words.

With genuine concern etched on her face, Elena gently probed, breaking the stillness. “Estella, what’s troubling you?” Elena’s voice held a soft cadence, her eyes reflecting the moon’s gentle flow. Estella paused, her breath hitching slightly before she spoke. “Elena, I don’t believe I’m destined for happiness,” she confessed, her tone heavy with resignation. Elena’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, dear?” she inquired. Taking another deep breath, Estella met Elena’s gaze squarely. “The Erylis family… They’ve stolen my formula for the immortal pill,” she revealed, her words laden with betrayal.

Under the sweeping auroras of Vesteria, he kissed the back of my hand and whispered, "Tesoro mio… From this moment on, every year, I'll walk every step with you, hand in hand." I drowned myself in the unreal sweetness of his love and almost forgot who I was. That was until Isabella Gallo showed up. She came toward me in sky-high heels, wearing a confident smile. "So, you're Enzo's little amante, eh?" she said. "Do yourself a favor and leave. The moment I return, he'll come straight back to me." Truth be told, I had heard about this childhood sweetheart of his long before she even showed up. "If you don't believe me, why don't we make a bet?"

Though I was never very good at it. Mateo appeared from another hallway. — There’s a library! A giant one! Like in the movies! Isabela let out a laugh, one of those that echoes in your bones. — That’s where I’d hide when I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I’d read and dream about running away. About meeting my prince charming. She took Alejandro’s hand and led him through a hallway covered in art. Finally, they arrived at the place she had loved most. The Balcony of Winds.

She gasped lightly when his eyes suddenly glistened with a glassy layer of tears. "I..." His expressions looked troubled now, as if he was physically aching to think whatever he was thinking. "I had a twin sister. She was...she– I loved her so much, her name was Eleanor. She was my twin, you know, I was closer to her than anyone. But then... Felix and Xander decided to open a band, just the boys. They didn't let her in the group. She was hurt. She really was, and she only told it to me. I wanted...to sing with her. Not with Felix and Xander. But she shrugged everything off and started her own singing career, as a soloist."