Isabel Canas Novels & Stories

she asks, grinning. Cora laughs again, harder now and blushing to be called out. “God,” she says, running a hand through her hair, “were wethatobvious in Vanara?” “To everyone but yourselves, apparently,” Isabel says, smirking at her. And then she turns her attention to Conner. “And who are you?” “A bit of a new addition,” he says, rubbing his hair awkwardly but giving her a smile anyway. “My name is Conner, I’m a sergeant in the pack,” he says, nodding to us to let her know which one. “And are you single?” Isabel asks, looking him up and down as she folds her arms over her chest. Conner, bless him, blushes bright red as I burst into laugher and shove my friend on her shoulder. “Isabel!” I l

My back straightens on the stool. The footsteps get louder. Closer. Then they stop at the kitchen doorway. Isabela walks in. She looks perfect. Hair smooth. Makeup sharp. Dress tight and short, hugging her body like it was sewn onto her skin. She does not look like someone who was “hurt” or “shaken.” She looks bored. Annoyed. Entitled. Her eyes sweep the room. They pause on me for half a second, then move to Nana. Her lips curl.

"Report back to me by tonight." Across the city, in her Brewery office, Calla stood with Neva and a stunning woman named Isabella. The morning sun streamed through the large windows. Neva had searched for long to find the perfect face for the club, and Isabella was her final choice. "Isabella," Calla began, looking the woman straight in the eyes. "Do you fully understand the job I'm giving you?" Isabella smiled warmly, her confidence clear. "I am the public face of the club. I will greet important guests, give speeches, smile for cameras, and make everyone feel welcome. I will represent Sombra de Agave with grace and charm."

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

“Something like that. Her name is Isabella, and she’s from Brazil. She’s going to live with us for a while and take care of you.” “Is she nice?” Giulia asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. “I think so. Carmen chose her, and she seems very kind. She likes children and will help you learn new things.” Giulia fell silent for a moment, staring at the melting ice cream in her hand. But now she seemed more interested than the first time we talked about Isabella. Now she had questions. “Will she stay with me when you’re at work?” “Yes, princess. But I’ll still be here for you whenever I can. Isabella will be like a friend who helps you and plays with you.”

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Everything has to be perfect! Isabella is truly a great and competent professional. She made everything go very well in the presentations we have made in different companies. I have never had so much success as I have now that Isabella arrived and helped me with those presentations. You can see very well that she was working for that huge publishing house in France, one of the best in the world with the most professional editors.

“No. This is impossible. What have I done?” It was true what her father said. Isabel Campania, a merchant girl and an ordinary gardener from Trossbourgh, has now turned into a killing machine that has killed many people. The horrific memories of her time as a member of the Witches Brigade are clearly visible. One by one, she kills Hamu Kamina's life sadistically. “NO, I AM NOT A KILLING MACHINE!!” Isabel screamed as she held her face with her blood-soaked hands. Her expression was one of utter panic as she realized what she had done all this time.

Yet somehow, an hour later, I found myself sitting back at my desk, my finger hovering over the monitor’s power button. Just a quick look. That’s all. I turned it on. And instantly regretted it. Because Isabella? She wasn’t just singing anymore. She had full on choreographed a dance routine. I watched, utterly stunned, as she spinned around the room, arms flailing, jumping onto the furniture like a kid on a sugar high. At one point, she slid across the floor in her socks, nearly wiping out. I actually flinched. But she recovered and kept going, completely unaware of how ridiculous she looked.

I managed a small nod, throat tight. Valentina’s lips tilted higher. “And you must be Isabelle.” Her eyes raked over me slowly. “The new face of Banderas Étoile. Practically a celebrity in Madrid these days. Pleasure to finally meet you.” She extended a manicured hand. I shook it..her grip firm, almost challenging. “Nice to meet you too.” Uncle Carlos cleared his throat, slicing through the thickening air. “The food’s getting cold. Come, Valentina and join us.”