Isabel In Refugee Novels & Stories

Isabella's voice breaks, she feel so nervous, remembering the faces of kidnappers that she saw already on her last year with their evil deeds. "Kidnapping and murder?" Officer Martinez raises an eyebrow. "Alright, let's get some details. Have a seat over there." The officer gestures to a nearby chair. They move to a quieter corner of the station, sitting across from each other at a small table. "Okay, let's start with your name and then tell me everything you know." "My name is Isabella Villanueva. Three years ago, I was abducted by a group of men. My driver... he tried to save me, but they... they killed him," Isabella says as her breathing quickened.

“This is Isabella’s real record. Four abortions, caught cheating in casinos seven times, and suspected of selling arms routes from three families. Her child, no matter whose, shouldn’t ever be born.” I looked at the file and suddenly laughed. “Silas, Father told me a consigliere shouldn’t interfere in family violence.” “That’s true,” he said, kissing my forehead. “But it’s a man’s duty to protect his fiancée.” Three days later, news came from Colombia. Isabella accidentally triggered a landmine on the farm. She was blown to pieces, along with her precious child. After kneeling at the blast site all night, Theo requested to return to Sicily the next day.

This topic couldn't go on and on. "Do that, Liam is waiting for you," Helena said and ended the call while Isable went to her car to go home. She returned to Rome and had been staying with Helena and Liam from the past two months now. Helena was the first person she called after that horrible day, The day when Isabel left Viso forever and came to her friend.

It used to be that I would watch events like this unfold on the news and wonder what our world leaders were going to do to fix it… now I am one of those leaders. The best I can do is take it one step at a time, and though I sometimes feel like I’m shirking my duties with the summit by focusing on the refugees so much, I feel like they need me most. It’s difficult, draining work, but it’s also more rewarding than I could imagine – even when things are tough. And speaking of tough, there is one refugee in particular proving to be a tough nut to crack – not that this is surprising. “Isabel,” I chime, striding into the nursery. The she-wolf looks up from the diaper she’s changing, and her expres

She always woke up earlier than everyone, it was not my duty to make her eat, she would come around when she felt like it. ISABELLA I woke up this morning feeling disoriented, after the news I got from jane,yesterday. I tried reaching Dave through every possible means, i asked Jane about him This was my fourth week in Canada, it becomes a month tomorrow. I finally reached Jane last week after she replied to my message on I*******m. She sent me her number, which I called, we spoke for the longest time on phone, I explained to her how Santiago was sending constant threats , how Ace rescued my mother and I. I left out very sensitive details ,I told her how Ace had my college transferred to Cana

"Because she knew that if Isabella ever came back, you would be in danger. Because she wanted to protect you." "By dying?" "By sacrificing herself." Mira touched Elena's face. "There's a difference." "Not to me." "No." Mira dropped her hand. "I don't suppose there is." --- Lucien stepped between them. "Isabella," he said. "Where is she now?" "The safe house. In Arlington. The one Reyes mentioned." "She's not in Colorado?" "That was a lie." "Reyes?" "Isabella." Mira walked back to the couch. Sat down. "She's been lying to everyone. The FBI. Margaret. Her own sister."

He flung her off with such force she sprawled on the floor. He looked down at her, his contempt absolute. “You are nothing compared to her. I have never loved you. Without her, you and your entire pathetic family are less than dirt to me.” Seraphina crumpled, white-faced. William was already gone. Nothing else mattered. Back in his pentoffice office, he paced like a caged predator. Hours crawled by. Leo returned, grim-faced. “Don Calderon. We discovered Isabella applied for an expedited exit visa… a week before the incident at The Vault.”

“I’ve done such horrible things, Mila, to you and to Felix. I cannot turn back on what I’ve done. I need you to arrest me. You’re the princess now. You can do that.” “Isabella, I do not need to arrest you at this very moment,” I said, slightly peeved. We could not delay on this evacuation. The timing was already so tight. “Take me to the prisoner of war camp,” she begged. “Let me be taken in with the rest of the army.” I knew there was suspicion written all over my face when she added, “This isn’t some sort of trick, Mila. Please. I do not deserve to be evacuated with the rest of these kind people.”

I’m late for the opening of the club tonight but I’ll be damned if I leave without seeing her. Isla’s POV “If I move cities now, I still have enough time to apply for uni somewhere else, right?” Evan’s very annoying laugh is what invades my ears through the phone. “Girl, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this genuinely scared. You’re so scared it’s making you stupid.” I sigh and roll my eyes. I’ve been in the hallway of HIS office for the past hour and a quick glance at my watch shows that it’s just a few minutes to 8.

"Give us your address." This is crazy. I'm about to bring three strangers home to fuck me in my marriage bed so my chcheating and abusive husband walks in on us. The old Isabel, the one who gave up everything to please a man who hurt her would never, but that Isabel is dead. She died tonight in that hotel suite, watching her husband choose cruelty over love for the final time. This Isabel? She's done being a victim. I pull out my phone with steady hands and text them the address.