Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

And now… she was ready. Sophia would be free. The documents would be hers. And Gloria… Gloria would finally learn that underestimating Isabella had been the greatest mistake of her life. The city blurred past, the neon lights casting long shadows in the car. Isabella’s eyes were sharp, her grip steady, her mind focused. Tonight, the shadows themselves seemed to bend to her will. And in the quiet hum of the engine, the calm before the storm, Isabella whispered to herself: “Gloria… you brought this on yourself.”

She was in the same level as her. "I'm only following Gerald's orders Gloria." Isabelle said, while stressing the vowels in her name. "What guidance can you give them that we can't? We'll gladly teach them how to wash properly, if that's what's your bothered about." Gloria replied. "I fully believe in your capability of teaching them, but orders are orders." Without saying another word, she left their presence. Gloria gritted her teeth. She disliked the girl and the person that brought her here. They were definitely birds of the same feathers. With anger coursing through her veins, she continued her task.

Collins closed the gap between them, his voice low and mysterious. "So, are you telling me I have a unicorn in my reach and I should settle for a goat?" He whispered, his warm breath caressing her skin. Isabelle's eyes widened, realizing the truth in his words. She was a wanted criminal, and her friends could turn against her. Tears streamed down Isabelle's face, her body trembling. Collins' expression softened, his eyes filled with a hint of empathy. He gently wiped her tears, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

I look at Astrielle. "I don't know but it looks like Isla de Majika is there," Astrielle responded. "Is it a part of Casa Negro?" I asked again. Astrielle nodded. I swallowed. Who is that vampire? Why is he smirking at me like he saw me. Carline suddenly frowned. "The smell of vanilla is here again... It's not a rogue though." I inhaled the air and I smelled the smell of vanilla. Carline is right. I don't care about it. Might be a signature smell of girls nowadays.

Isabella, too, began to see Gabriel not only as her caregiver but as a friend and confidant. One evening, under the starlit sky, Gabriel gathered his courage and expressed his feelings to Isabella. He confessed his love, fully aware of the complexities and challenges that lay ahead. The princess was taken aback, her heart touched by Gabriel's sincerity and devotion. She had always dreamed of finding true love, but she had resigned herself to a life of solitude due to her condition.

As my lips moved against his, he gradually took over. He was one hell of a kisser. When I pulled away to gaze into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make me go weak in the knees. Is this what it means to meet your soulmate? "Do you know me?" I slurred, and he raised a brow. "Who doesn't know you? You're Isabella Moreno, granddaughter of one of the richest men in New York," he responded, a certain glint in his eyes.

“Consider it done. I’ll have it set up within the hour. Just text me the details.” Ethan hung up and looked at Sasha. “We’ve got a window. Let’s use it.” ---——- Sean and Jey were hauled through a dark, industrial part of Ibiza, the place reeking of oil and smoke. The dim lighting cast shadows over the steel beams and broken concrete floors as they were dragged into the heart of a grim warehouse. The Rhodes brothers had made their lair here, deep in the underbelly of the city.

I mean. I was glad we hit off on a great start and I wasn't going to be like all those husbands in cliche novels that would hate the wives that they were forced to marry as if the girls didn't want better things to do with their lives than being stuck with a stuck-up asshole for the rest of their lives. What? Can't a guy read novels. I took Selena to my penthouse and made sure she felt comfortable but unfortunately, I made her ears bleed with my constant pleading.

It felt like someone had grabbed my heart and was squeezing it apart. The pain was unbearable. Under the bleak moonlight outside, another memory surfaced. Back when the Holdens went bankrupt, my fiancée left me. I had nothing, and Sharon appeared in my life like a source of hope. She helped me pay off debts and helped me rebuild from nothing. At the time, I truly believed that the woman confined to a wheelchair was my salvation. For seven years, she showered me with love. Everyone said she was obsessed with spoiling her husband, that she loved me to the core.

A very dirty pun intended. I want to know more about the dead guy, what his name was, where he lived, what he did, everything. All I know is that he is obsessively in love with a girl. And such love needs to be confessed and not hidden. It has never done anyone any good. Even if Avantika left me, I would tell her every day how much I love her- till my last breath. Ah! I am so in love with her. There are days when I just sit and stare at her. Those are the days when I feel really lucky. She is so perfect and so freakishly beautiful. Suddenly, I can’t recall the last time I’d told her that I love her. So I pick up the phone and dial her number.