Encanto Isabela Madrigal Novels & Stories

“No more letters. No more riddles.” She turned to Luca, her voice steel: “You’re not coming with me.” He stiffened. “Amara—” “You broke me so I could rise? Good. Now watch.” Scene Eight – Portugal: Isabel’s Villa The villa was quiet. Isabel stood barefoot on the balcony, looking over the sea. Older now. Weathered. But regal. Amara entered alone. Her mother didn’t turn. “So you’ve come,” Isabel said softly. “I read the journal.”

A picture of Damian. Then Isabella had arrived. A woman no one had ever heard of. A woman who had not earned her way into their world, but somehow slid into Damian’s heart as though it had always been hers. Helena nails scraped lightly across the glass frame. “Enjoy your crown, little Cinderella,” she whispered. “Because the clock is about to strike.”

“All right, all right. I’ll take the things upstairs and come back down, okay?” “No, please, come in now. I’m planning to leave early today. Please, Frank, come inside with me…” Magdalena said the last words in such a suggestive tone that even a stranger would have understood the call of a female animal burning with desire for a male. And yet, if you had seen Frank, he hardly looked like someone capable of inspiring such passion. He could have extinguished anyone’s desire and lowered their libido on the spot. Where Magdalena’s “fire” came from was a mystery.

Francisco's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he revealed the truth to Isabella, and saw her expression get weaker with pain. "You don't know, do you?" he said. "Gabriel hasn't told you about Fernanda. She's his betrothed, his fiancee. They were meant to be married, to solidify the alliance between our families. But I suppose he's been too busy with you to remember that." Isabella's face paled, and she looked like she'd been punched in the gut. I felt a surge of anger towards my father, but I knew I had to stay calm.

She had her reasons for keeping Carlos close, but she didn’t know it would be a snare to her in the nearest future. It suddenly started pouring rain. Xavi took Isabel by the hand, and they ran towards the nearest place they could take shelter from the rain. Luckily, they were close to the Red moon cocktail bar where they usually met for a drink, so they entered inside. Isabel quickly gave the bar attendant a signal not to announce her presence because she wanted everyone in the bar to feel at ease. Although her scent would betray her, she doubted these drunk werewolves would notice. Just as she was about taking her seat, her attention was grabbed by a very familiar voice spouting insults on

Melinda bowed her head as a sign of respect before leaving the two in the room. "Rico Encanto." The Luna said while playing the wine glass in between her fingers. "It's been a while since you last give me updates. Are you staying in that world for good?" Rico can't help but to give a little nice warm smile. " I was hoping to but I you know me well. I will always choose to go back to where I fully belong. In this realm." Ellisia fixed her silk dress and sat down the soft bed. She put the glass on the nearby table and cross hi feet while waiting for Rico.

Rafael snarled, biting her shoulder, leaving a red mark. "I want everything," Isabela panted, taking Marcos's cock out of her mouth for a moment, her blue eyes blazing with a boldness bordering on madness. "Matheus, come here," she ordered, guiding him behind her. Rafael laughed, understanding the plan, and pulled out of her pussy, his cock shining with her wetness. Matheus, hesitant, but with arousal overcoming modesty, positioned himself, his cock entering Isabela's ass with a slowness that made her scream, the sound echoing through the room and beyond, crossing through the window.

Veins of light crawled across its surface, pulsating with Mateo’s every heartbeat. "Isabella!" Elena shouted. "Use it! Channel its power!" "—I don’t know how!" Isabella cried, desperation lacing her voice. "Trust your bond with Mateo!" Elena urged. Isabella closed her eyes, feeling the heat of the relic burn against her chest. She thought of Mateo—of his strength, his fire, his love. She let those feelings flood through her, let them guide her hands. The relic shuddered violently, then exploded in a blinding burst of light, knocking everyone off their feet.

How fucked up is that? As if Candy mentioning him summoned him, a taller replica of Antonio walked through the door. “Vincento!” Candy beamed. “Come meet your future sister-in-law.” “Isabella,” Vincento grinned. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He lifted my hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Vincento,” I replied. “Now, dear,” Candy said, clasping her hands together excitedly. “Let’s get you into the dressing room. I’ve picked out several dresses that are in line with a grand DeMarco wedding.”

It wasn’t my concern. Except my feet kept moving down the stairs. Except my chest felt tight and hot and wrong. Except I couldn’t stop myself. The living room came into view. Sunlight streamed through the massive windows, painting everything gold. And there, sitting on the couch like she owned the place, was Isabela. The woman from the balcony. The woman Enzo had been inside, his hand in her hair, his voice commanding her to be quiet. She wore a white sundress that showed off her tan skin and curves. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders. She looked relaxed. Comfortable. Like she’d been here a hundred times before.