Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

~My mouth wants to do naughty things to you.~ Arcane's POV: The glow of my phone illuminated the dim room, casting an eerie shadow against the walls. The headlines screamed from the screen, a harsh juxtaposition to the silence that now enveloped me. "Xavier Jones: From Ice to Fists." The words seemed to taunt me, each letter a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm matching the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.

Before her was a picture of her husband, Gerald holding a pregnant woman’s hand and no, this was not a clip from a movie scene. Under that photo, it was stated that her husband was expecting a child with a second-class-rated actress. “Bella, I hate to say this, but ‘Scandalous Gossip blog’ doesn’t lie. Over ninety-five percent of the gossip all turn out to be true,” Caro said with a pitiful look on her face as the others all fixed their gazes on Isabella. Hearing everything her friend just said to her, Isabella rose to her feet with reddened eyelids. Her movement startled her friends.

“People like you don’t know what kind of nonsense you have in your past life, but you can live in a rich villa, let my son get rid of you, Esteban is useless to talk to in this house.” "Ma'am Isabel, don't worry, I will do well, if you think something is dirty, you can call me anytime," said Helya. "Don't you have eyes? You still need to call me, come back, do you want to help me check the unclean, do you want to share half of your monthly salary with me?" Isabel said angrily. "I'm leaving, and when I come back, if you see anything dirty, you can leave your bed." Isabel said coldly.

I stood in a sea of flames, watching as everything I loved once more was taken away – burned to the ground because of my own stupid, selfish desire… And Rhea--- What the hell had she been thinking?! She knew how dangerous our relationship was, knew why nobody would know. Even if she decided to tell just ONE of her best friends about it, it was over for us. FINISHED! We were finished… Fuck! FUCK!!! “Oh Goddess,” Isabel continued, faking concern. But not even with her sublime acting skills could she hide the slight tilt of her lips or the vicious gleam in her eyes. “I-I thought--- I thought you knew and that’s why---?”

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

. “Oh? What did he say?” “Just that he would ‘handle it’,” Isabella shrugged, her innocent act flawless. “And that he didn’t like anyone ‘touching what was his’.” She giggled, a light, airy sound. “He’s so possessive, isn’t he? But I suppose that’s just how powerful men are.” Natalie’s mind raced. Lorenzo knew. Of course, he knew. He always knew. And his reaction… “Touching what was his.” Was that about her? Or about the family name? The line between the two blurred so easily in his world. “You’re very observant, Isabella,” Natalie said, her eyes narrowing slightly. Isabella flushed, a pretty pink staining her cheeks. “Oh, I just… I hear things. This house has so many secrets, doesn’t it?” S

“I won’t spend the night sulking over you, Julien.” She turned away from the mirror and reached for the robe hanging by the door. Few hours later, Isabella stood before the full-length mirror in the suite, dressed in a black satin slip dress that shimmered gracefully. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, still damp, curling slightly at the ends. A touch of makeup, nothing too much since she wasn't a fan of it. Just red lips to cover the pale exhaustion. When she looked at herself this time, she didn’t see a wife. She saw a woman clawing her way back to herself.

The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does. "What is he talking about?" Henry turns to me, and the confusion in his eyes makes my chest ache. "Hattie?" "Her name is Jayde," Declan spits out. "She's nothing but a gold-digging - " "Enough!" Henry's voice cuts through the restaurant like a whip. Several diners turn to stare. I want to run. Everything in me screams to flee, but my feet won't move. The truth is finally here, and it's ugly.