Isabel In Refugee Novels & Stories

With a shaking hand, Isabella dialed Luca from within a base of concern. "I need your help, Uncle," she said unsteadily on the phone. Luca seemed to be concerned when he talked. "Isabella, what's wrong? You sound upset." Sobs that flooded Isabella’s words had uncontrollable tremors in her voice. "Take Zyne anywhere but away from Vincent and his dark world. Just make sure he's safe. Make him stay away from this terrible reality."

Nathan spoke with confidence, "She can't survive without me. Just wait, it won't even take a week before she realizes how much she needs me and contacts me herself." The housekeeper shook her head and sighed. "You're taking advantage of her love for you, Young Master. But not everyone will wait for you to come around." Nathan slumped onto the couch, feeling weary. "This is the last time." --- **In a Foreign Land** After stepping off the plane, Isabella didn’t leave the airport. Instead, she bought tickets for another city. She wandered through several locations before finally arriving in Milan, Italy.

Not as a spy pretending to be something I wasn't. I was walking away as Isabella Romano, mother, fiancee and survivor. A woman who had faced every battle thrown at her and emerged stronger. A woman ready for whatever came next.

She had to try. Isabel sat on the bench for a long time, her good hand shaking as she stared at her phone. She had no one else left. She scrolled through her contacts and stopped at Kian’s name. She pressed call before she could change her mind. Kian picked up on the second ring. “Isabel? Hey, are you okay?” She swallowed hard. Her voice came out small. “Kian… I don’t know where I am exactly. Everything hurts and Isaac took the kids. He said I’ll never see them again. I just got out of the hospital. I need someone here. Please.”

“And now, I’ll protect myself. I want to make something of this peace we fought for.” Meanwhile, Isabella had found solace in healing. She began working with therapists recommended by Elena and opened a small gallery in Florence — a tribute to the life she lost and the one she was building anew. She spoke little about Alejandro, but the pain in her eyes slowly dulled, replaced by quiet strength. As spring settled in, the compound held its first open day. Survivors, allies, and locals gathered. Children played on the lawn. Live music echoed through the halls. Elena stood with Dino, her hand laced in his.

Lucy pushed it open slowly. "Hello?" "Lucy. Thank God." Isabel's voice came from the darkness inside. "Please, come in. We don't have much time." Lucy stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Isabel sat on an old crate near the back wall, looking disheveled and frightened. "Isabel, what's happening? Rachel's looking for you. Everyone thinks you ran." "I didn't run. I escaped." Isabel stood, wincing like she was injured. "The safe house was compromised. Someone was coming for me, someone Mirabel sent. I had to get out."

“You get a bad feeling when someone looks at you funny.” “Funny looks don’t bleed people dry and leave their bones picked clean,” I snapped. He shut up. Isabella joined me at the edge of the cliff, where we could see the slow-moving trail of refugees winding down into the valley. Her voice was soft. “They’re scared.” “So am I.” She blinked. “You?” “Of losing them. Of losing you.” I swallowed hard. “I’ve seen too many graves. I can’t dig yours.” She turned to me, fierce and beautiful and impossible. “Then don’t let me fall.”

Isabel was confused at first when she learnt about her dad’s whereabouts. What does he want with Dylan? Or does he intend to intimidate David on his first day in the Pride pack? No, she can’t let the young pup encounter such an unpleasant experience on his first day here. With that thought, Isabel ran outside the house, got into her black Mercedes SUV and drove off. Courtesy of Xavi, she didn’t have to waste so much of her time searching for them and drove straight to the park.

Although every time she looked at her children, she made herself a promise: — One day, I’ll get you out of this damn hell. Upon landing, they were received by an entourage who quickly loaded Alejandro into an ambulance along with Isabela and her private nurse. The children and their caretakers, along with Miguel, were taken in another car. The immigration staff swiftly stamped their passports and handed them over to a man who led them to the cars. Approaching Isabela, the man said: — Minister Melina asks that you meet her at this address.

Well , they were appealing until my phone rings and our pleasure is disrupted. I groan and slap myself mentally for forgetting to switch off my cellphone before coming in here. The caller ID shows that it is Serafina. “Isabel, you are needed at the training ground. There is a report of an attack in one of the local villages. Can you make it here in like twenty minutes?” I look at Jared and he gives me the signal to say no. But I can not just leave my duty for pleasure, this is what I signed up for when I wanted to be pack warrior. Not just to find my wolf but to also protect the people who are in dire need of protection.