Isabel In Refugee Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard. Scott exchanged a glance with Luca, who only nodded. “Get back to the refuge. Now,” he ordered. “What? No!” Isabela protested, her voice sharp and trembling. “Max needs me!” She tried to push past Scott, but I was quicker. I grabbed her arm and held her in place. “Isabela, look at me.” My voice came out firmer than I expected. “He’s okay. He knows what he’s doing. You need to stay safe now.”

The hashtag lit up again: **#WornAmbition** — Isabela watched from her private suite. Her assistant hovered. “Public response is back in her favor. The livestream is everywhere. Even Delaroche released a follow-up saying they’re ‘reevaluating’ their pause.” Isabela said nothing. Instead, she turned to the photo beside her—Miguel and Ximena, walking side by side after the kidnapping incident. Her hand curled into a fist. “He’s in the way again,” her assistant muttered. Isabela’s voice was calm. “Good,” she said. “Then I’ll take him out of the way first.”

Eastern Europe, somewhere cold and wet, where people didn’t ask questions and everything felt foreign enough to disappear into. She wore a scarf that covered most of her hair, her coat heavy, and her hands buried deep in the pockets. There were no guards here. No cartel wives. No cameras. No Lucien. No Isa. She was alone. Really alone. The extraction had been fast. Isa arranged a smuggler route through the Baltic corridor. She’d ridden with refugees, moved through truck containers and crumbling train stations, and changed names five times. From Catalina Marín to Maria Lopez. From Maria to Elena Morales. And now—now she didn’t even bother introducing herself. Her mission was clear.

"Mr. Hans, please, I know you hate me! People in your country hate me, but now, something has happened to Nathan! I'm from Angolla, so I'm familiar with that place. Let me go! I can save Nathan." Hah! Are you perhaps doing this to escape? "Although Mateo didn't think Isla could escape, he still asked this question." "However, Isla shook her head and said, ""Look, where can I go now? My country has betrayed me, so I won't have a home no matter where I try to escape too. After all, I was the raised who raise Nathaniel. Now that something has happened to him, I can't sit here and ignore it! Furthemore, this place is dangerous, but none of you are familiar with this land. So, you should let me s

But I also knew there was something important I needed to tell her. “Giulia, I have something to tell you,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “What is it, Daddy?” she asked, lifting her head to look at me. “Do you remember when we talked about your new friend who would be staying with us?” Giulia frowned thoughtfully, but nodded. “She’s arriving today. That’s why we made the sign for her.” “Like the ones we see in movies? What’s her name?” “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.”

But it was short because after that we landed below, not far from the troops fighting. “Oh no....” I rubbed my face in frustration. There were already many victims. Blood was everywhere and I deeply felt sorry for this. “We should tell one of them, Jayden or Alexei,” Isabela said. I, seeing the blood and victims, was suddenly so dizzy that I had to cover my nose. I looked around, there were too many soldiers, too much chaos, that I couldn't tell where the two of them were. “Wait here.” Isabela was flying high again and a bullet almost hit her.

She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice. The ex leader moved forward and pointed out the Nemesis Headquarters to her. He did not say a word to her, from fear that she lashed out and his time on this world was ended. A smile formed on her lips and there was a collective sigh of relief in the room, so subdued that she was not aware of it. “I think that it would be best if I went there alone.” And with that, Isabelle was gone from the room.

Kira's pack belonged to that region, and that made it more thrilling because last night, they sent a threatening message to us to give freedom to the coastal region. We warned them to stop threatening us, but we were yet to receive an official response. Isabel was now ten years old, and has joined the military force. The female section, actually. She was the head of one of the major teams and each time I stared at her face, joy rushed to my mind. And then pain came next. It reminded me of Ezekiel and the times we shared together. The fact that he was nowhere to be found now, and he couldn't even fight to regain his rights until he went missing. Perhaps he'd been slaughtered, who could tell?

Isabella, Xander, and her parents fled for their life as the winding alleyways of Nairobi twisted and turned like a serpent and sirens screamed louder in the distance. Isabella's thoughts was troubled by Abiola's betrayal, and her heart hurt when she realised that trust had become a luxury they could no longer afford. However, there was no time to grieve; just now, the only thing that mattered was surviving. "Keep going!" With a loud voice from effort, Xander yelled. Their footsteps splattered across puddles from a previous rain as he guided them through a tangle of side streets. The sound of their pursuers' pounding boots approaching could be heard.

“I will go to a place quite far from here, and I do not know when I will return again. What is clear is that now I will fight to atone for all my sins, to free this land from the shackles of injustice. I do not want there to be other Renatas out there.” Isabel had no choice but to leave her family and choose her own path as a member of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade. And now she is preparing to be chanted as a magical girl along with 100 other girls in Constantina. “ALS VREYT!!” TRINGG