Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

“Come, daughter. We’re leaving this place, now.” “I most certainly am not,” Melody said firmly. “I am well aware that Ian has been keeping company with this harlot. I can’t say that I’m happy about it, but I can understand a man’s need to sew his oats before he settles down. Just kindly remove her.” “That’s the problem,” Adam said softly in his daughter’s ear. “She’s not a whore. She’s a victim of an attack that Ian rescued and inadvertently fallen in love with. He wants to call off your wedding.”

Sylvester walked into his kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine, this was a period of celebration for both of them as they began to jubilate over there victorious schemes. "Let's toast to the hearts we'll win" Sylvester said. They raised up their cups and drank happily. "But tell me.... What about the Lia girl? Have you paid her?" Catherine inquired. "Of course. I paid handsomely, if you do a good job for me I'll definitely reward you" "She's here at the moment" he added. "What do you mean? "She's right here in Georgia" "Oh... I need to visit Branden tonight and probably get down with him, I've missed that dick of his" Catherine salivated over her lustful thoughts of Branden.

In his arms, Ariel dozed off too, feeling so happy and blessed for the first time in a long while. ★ Isabella vanished back to her kingdom in a pool of tears. "He has another girlfriend. He even got her pregnant," she kept blabbering. "I loved him but he threw our love away." Grabbing anything her hands could get, she shattered them in an instant and a few minutes later began scattering the whole room. But then guilt flashed in her heart. 'I should have heard him out,' she thought, sitting down and placing her head in between her knees. "I'm so ashamed of myself, I couldn't even fight for my love," she whispered amidst tears.

And just as Amanda had guessed it was queen mother Isabella gold. Isabel suddenly paused, her eyes coming in contact with Amanda, while Lucien's back was turned towards her. “Well…well…well. If it isn't Amanda gold then who else could it be?”. Isabel does her signature singing tone as she speaks. “You found a new one already?” Isabel spat with viciousness in her eyes. “Oh Amanda! You try too much. You try to impress the public with what you are not. Are you trying to prove to them that you are not depressed?” She scoffed.

The women closest to her instinctively shifted back. “You think you know me?” Isabel said, her voice low, smooth, and dripping with venom. “You think you understand what real love costs? I sacrificed everything for the man I love. I went to prison for him once. I swapped his child at birth so I could raise his true heir as my own. I drugged him, fucked him while he moaned another woman’s name, and still smiled because my love is stronger than hers ever could be.” She took another step. The temperature in the cell seemed to drop.

Isabelle hands dangle,taking a step back as triplicate amble into the dark cellar. "Why do I want your tears?Why?"Triplicate shrug and smile "You lied to me and I don't tolerate liars" "I really don't know where mom kept the CD"He wrap his arm around her throat. "Ofcourse you do,I'll always be there to hurt you Isabelle,you're not the only one who knows what is in that CD and remember we killed Debra to get it"Isabelle bob her head already out of breath. "We didn't find it"he throw her across the room "Where is it?"

Then I saw Gabe and Rarith, hand in hand, wading into the water, him glancing back now and then to make sure I saw him with another woman. “I hate him!” Isabelle said, her voice raw with honesty. “No, I hate him more,” Rita countered. They both looked at me, waiting for my response. “I love Gabe Clifford,” I admitted, for the first time, to myself and to the people I trusted most in the world. “You can’t love him. He’s evil… the villain of the story!” Isabelle was furious. “You’re smart enough to know you don’t choose who you love. If I could, I wouldn’t love him. But Gabe’s already taken over my whole heart.”

God, I must’ve lost my mind. But then I thought of Kaiden on one knee, offering Isabella the life he promised me. And just like that, the doubt faded. They ruined me, and it was time to return the favor. So the next morning, after a quick shower and some light makeup, I slid into a pair of jeans and a blouse, flagged down a cab, and gave the driver the hotel address. When I stepped out in front of the Glory House Hotel, I had to crane my neck just to take in the building. It was tall, with gold trim, glass doors, and a valet in uniform holding them open.

Isabela. She was there—climbing the steps with a terrifying appearance. Her wedding gown was wrinkled, filthy, streaked with red stains, the hem torn. Her hair hung loose, tangled and wild, falling across her shoulders. Her makeup had melted into streaks, leaving her face like a deranged porcelain doll. A shiver ran down Celina’s spine. “Isabela…?” she whispered, taking a step back. The spurned bride lifted her eyes. In them burned a hatred so raw it was almost tangible.

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.