Isabel In Refugee Novels & Stories

She grabbed his hand tight in her hold and looked into his eyes. “I promise you I was not forced. I did not suffer. They treated me like an employee. Adela is young and she has a beautiful daughter. She does not deserve this. Please no more Rafael. Please,” Isobel said crying. She knew she couldn’t stop him, but she hoped he would listen. Rafael could not be swayed once his mind had been set in most cases. “Okay Izzie,” Rafael said cleaning her tears. He was doing this for her. He knew she was protecting the De Rosas, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt.

Alice asked. "I lived in the province of Taguig, but I was captured by these soldiers while traveling to visit my grandmother in Laguna. They killed my brother, and my parents and grandparents don’t know what happened to us," Isabela said, her eyes welling up with tears at the memory of her family. "My friends here are from Laguna. We were captured there, and my best friend has no idea where I am now," Alice said, suddenly thinking of Odette and missing her terribly. "I also have a best friend," Isabela said softly. "She lives in Taguig, and she’s married now, but we’re like sisters. The last time I spoke with her was before I traveled to Laguna with my brother. She’s so nice and beautiful,

His words trailed off as he reached for her, as if his mind still couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that she was standing in front of him, alive. “I’m fine, Adrian,” Isabel said, her voice trembling with the weight of her own emotions. “I got paroled. They found out Cecilia’s alive and, well, I’ve been a model prisoner. I’ve paid for my mistakes.” She paused, her eyes searching his face for something, anything that might show him that he still wanted her. That he still cared. “Where’s Elias?” Isabel asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her son. The child she had lost, the child she had been kept from for far too long. “Aren’t you going to welcome me back?”

Shadows of the Past The Fernández family waded through the busy arrivals terminal at Geneva airport. Isabelle clutched her carry-on tenaciously, her eyes darting sideways un the unfamiliar surroundings. Beside her, Carlos strode with a reassuring hand. Isabelle stepped out into the crisp Swiss air, and shivers ran down her spine. Nothing to do with the temperature. This was it. Really. They'd done it. Left everything familiar behind to start a new life in a foreign country.

Quite honestly, I didn’t know why I was telling him all this, why I was ranting to someone I had just met. My tears fell freely now. “He looked me in the eyes and had me shot,” I whispered. “Like I was nothing. Like I was trash to be thrown away.” The room was silent except for my uneven breaths. “What do I have left?” I asked mostly to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me, what do I have left?” Malakai's eyes studied me, and finally, he asked one question. Only one. “What exactly do you want, Isabella?”

The voices from the room have seized now, making me realize they’ve heard me. “Isabel!” My father’s voice set my nerves on edge. I was done for. I tried to flee but Gabriel spread his arms out, trapping me in. Nothing like a good beating to end the already stressful night. With a smirk, Gabriel moved me to the side and opened the door, presenting me to father. I took a deep breath and stared at the floor, too scared to look at them. I stumbled when Gabriel pushed me not so gently inside the room but I didn’t dare utter a word.

"I expect you to verify it." Mia walked closer. "So tell me." Isabella shook her head. "Not yet." Mia's expression hardened. "You don't have the luxury of games." "I'm not playing one." "Then what do you want?" Isabella looked directly into Mia's eyes. "I want safe passage." Silence. "When this war ends..." Isabella continued, "...I leave the country." "No revenge." "No prison." "No one follows me." "I disappear." One of the guards scoffed. "That's your price?"

He held a biscuit in one hand, took a slow bite, chewed like he had all the time in the world. “Hello, sweet face,” he said, smiling. Rage boiled up so fast I could taste it. “Where is she?” I snarled. He tilted his head. “No hello? No ‘how are you’? Rude, Giovanni.” “I don’t have time for your bullshit, Lucas. Where is Isabelle?” He sighed, theatrical. “Isabelle is somewhere safe. Somewhere no one can touch her. Somewhere she belongs.” I glanced at Juan. He shook his head..no trace. Untraceable.

You're already the last of your kind". That sentence got at her as she flipped her eyes open and felt so much rage. The last of her kind - Then, she recalled everything that had happened - how she lost her entire family - her sisters. Isabelle knew she was no more safe when she heard footsteps become closer and taking a brave step, she sprang on her feet and started running away - running away from her shield and out to the open - risking herself to the guards. The guards noticed her and the leader yelled: "After her!!!!" Everyone charged, and in a split second, 8 men were chasing her again. She had no idea what to do, or how she was gonna get rid of them, but she continued running anyways,

He had to tell Luke that his wife saw what was happening inside the unit. *** Isabelle was looking out the window. They would land in a few minutes. It had been three long years when she flew from the Philippines to Indonesia then to the US. She went back to attend Joyce’s wedding since she was the maid of honor. She was lucky that she was given a month paid leave by her boss who was her dad. She managed her father and stepmother’s green spas since the couple had to take care of their other small businesses. Her dad migrated to the States after he married an American. He didn’t have any children with his wife. Her stepmother Martha was nice. Her father told her about her and her mothe