Isabel In Refugee Novels & Stories

I asked, crouching down to her level. She nodded, though tears glistened on her lashes. I offered my hand, and she took it, allowing me to help her to her feet. Her curls bounced as she steadied herself, brushing off her little blue dress. “Where’s your mummy?” I asked gently. She pointed across the room, and my gaze followed the direction of her finger. That’s when I saw her. Isabel. She was standing near the far entrance, her back partially turned as she spoke to someone. But there was no mistaking her. The air punched out of my lungs, leaving me momentarily frozen inside and out..

"The alarms scared them off." "Is everyone okay?" "Everyone's okay." He pulled her into his arms. "You're okay." The intruders were never caught. Isabella spent the next week at the shelter, sleeping on a cot in Ruth's office, refusing to leave. Sebastian brought her coffee, Damien brought her reports, and Lucas and Lily visited every afternoon. "You can't stay here forever," Ruth said. "I can stay until I know it's safe." "It will never be safe. Not completely." Ruth took her hands. "But that doesn't mean we stop living."

The palace guards rushed forward, weapons drawn, but stopped when the carriage door swung open. Inside sat a heavily pregnant woman, her face deathly pale and completely exhausted from travel. "Please..." she whispered weakly, clutching the carriage frame. "I need to see Lady Seraphina immediately." Moments later, Seraphina and Morwen hurried out into the sunny courtyard. The woman collapsed into Seraphina's arms, clutching her hands as if her life depended on it. "My name is Isabel," the woman gasped out, her eyes wide with terror. "I... I managed to escape from Raven's Keep."

“I just got a message from a nurse about one of the girls Amber and I rescued. She said it wasn’t urgent, but that they wanted me to visit her and see if I could help.” Joseph took her hand. “She needs the angel.” “Stop it.” Isabella blushed. “So, what are you going to do?” Kelly sipped more of her tea. “I guess I’ll be going there tomorrow.” “Which one is it?” Kelly asked another question looking at Brent and then back at Isabella. “Julecia Herrera but I don’t remember all of the girls. There are sixty-five after all.” Kelly thought. “I remember some very short girls from Colombia. I wonder if it's one of them?”

This was due to her having mixed blood, that of a Filipina and an American. This set her apart from the rest of the girls in this small town of Kabatuan. The smile that was ever present whenever he looked at her was no more. And what replaced it was a casual nod before he went inside to buy from the canteen. ___________________ "Hi." a text came through the cellphone of Juan Pedro. "Hello, Isabella. How are you?" was the friendly reply he sent back. "Are you going to stay here for college?" Isabella texted after five minutes of thinking about a topic, just to have something for them to talk about. She tried to deny it but she misses the company of Juan Pedro.

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

Nobody else seems to overhear, but since he’s walking just behind me, his words reach my ears. Isabel has a stiff look on her face. “Well, mine certainly would have been happier without me. The moment they sent me here, they told me never to show up at their house again.” I wince. That sounds painful. Beth gives her a one-armed hug. “I’m sorry, Isabel.” Isabel just shrugs. “I was one of the lucky ones. I’ve heard plenty of horror stories about what happens to children when they go into the system.” “I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Quill looks uncomfortable.

Isabella sighs. “I already told you. My life turned to utter shit, being the outcast and disgraced daughter of the Beta’s. Alex was the golden child.” He flinches, and Isabella shoots him an apologetic look. “And I had to fend for myself. They starved me, locked me outside to sleep and overall just neglected me in every way possible. I took a job in the local human town, starting to train in the local dojo and learned to cook over open fire. I lived on my own amongst people who hated my guts for nothing.” I wrap my arms closer around Isabella. I knew her life had been miserable and filled with disappointment, but I had no idea it had been that bad. Why the fuck didn’t I know?

If we stayed, at least we had the advantage of familiarity with the room's layout. Marissa moved to a better position, her aim steady as she picked off two more attackers. I covered her; my shots precise. "Isabel," I said, glancing at her briefly. "If you get the chance, run. Don't wait for us." She shook her head vehemently. "I'm not leaving you." Isabel POV Miguel's words replayed in my head. If you get the chance, run. But how could I leave? How could I abandon the people who had risked everything for me?