Isabel Magnolia Novels & Stories

The conversations with Isabel that had been surface level at best because my mind had been elsewhere and I had not bothered to bring it back. Isabel had been cast in a Glen Winters film and I had not known about it. And my assistant had known before I did. I told the driver to stop at the florist on the way. Isabel's favourites were white peonies — she had told me that once, early on, and I had filed it away and but I retrieved it now from wherever practical things went when you stopped using them. I bought two dozen. I stopped at the deli she liked for the specific chocolate almond biscuits she kept in the bedroom drawer and thought I did not know about.

Magdalena respond, Isabelle take a deep breath and circle the mahogany table then sit on the swivel chair "Do you need anything ma'am?coffee?" "No I'm fine Magdalena thanks"Isabelle open the drawer when Magdalena close the door,she pick up a frame of a gorgeous woman in a grey mid thigh length gown with a big smile,the swivel chair begin to make a creaking sound. FLASHBACK: "Isabelle go" A woman shouts pushing a girl out of the car "run" she shout and look at the dead driver with a terrified expression.

Not on his watch. They dropped Shante off with a quick goodbye and went back to the house. Isabella moved through the bedroom like a ghost, packing a small suitcase for their stay at the Sterling mansion. She chose a simple black dress—sleek, elegant, and fitting her perfectly. It was modest, yet it couldn't hide the soft, proud swell of her bump. She did her makeup with a light hand, wanting to look like herself, not the "doll" Mama G had tried to create. The Last Supper at the Mansion

“It is clear that you are unrepentant and bent on manipulating your way out of this with your fake tears. On that note, I, Alpha Thomas Morgan, reject you, Isabelle Flynn, as my mate and Luna!” My body weakened as a sharp pain cut through me and my wolf howled in pain. The Elders stepped forward, disregarding my pain. “With all evidence and testimonies against you, we have found you guilty of infidelity.” I could barely make out their words because of the intense ache in my heart. I could see the smirk on Alisa's face. They won. They all won. “You have been found guilty, Isabelle and you know the consequences…” I looked at him tearily, pleading with him one last time not to do this to me. “Y

Her bare legs were propped on an ottoman, one hand elegantly cradling a stemmed glass of rosé. A laptop hummed quietly on the small marble table beside her, open to the grainy warehouse video. Her lips were painted blood red, matching the fresh lacquer being carefully applied to her nails by a young assistant. “Not too round,” Isabella said, tone sweet but cold. “Sharp at the tips. Like claws, darling. This shade demands presence.” The girl nodded quickly, brushing a final stroke with shaking hands. Isabella stared at the screen, watching the masked figure move. She hit rewind, wanting to see it again. And again. Each time, her amusement grew as she tried to figure out what made it so intrig

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

One by one, Gabriel introduced them all, mentioning each name and role, and Isla greeted them warmly, still dazzled by the entire scene. Just then, the front door of the mansion opened—and someone familiar stepped out. “Mag?” Isla called, her eyes widening in shock. Magdalene smiled broadly as she walked toward them, dressed elegantly in a cream skirt suit, her hair tied neatly into a bun. She looked completely different from her usual uniformed self. “You didn’t tell me Magdalene would be here,” Isla said, turning to Gabriel with a playful pout. Gabriel grinned. “I’m sorry, my love. She was part of the surprise.”

That night, Ferdinand found Isabella in her private garden, tending to the night-blooming jasmine that reminded her of her homeland in Spain. The garden was one of the few places in the palace where conversations couldn't be overheard by his father's extensive spy network—Isabella had seen to that with careful magical wards and strategic landscaping. "You've made your decision," she said without looking up from her flowers. "Was it that obvious?" "You have the same expression your mother used to get when she'd decided to stand up to your father, regardless of the consequences." Isabella's voice was soft with old grief and fresh worry. "That stubborn tilt of the chin, like you're preparing to

She smelled like a mixture of Dahlias and roses. The woman carefully examined her for a moment, before taking a step back, “I have waited a thousand years for this moment and had almost lost all hope. It is an honour to be in your presence, your royal majesty,” Isabella was frozen as the woman slightly bowed, "and now that you are here, we know for sure that you will free your people.” Isabella could have laughed if not for the tension hanging in the atmosphere. But right there and then, she became convinced that she had managed to actually stumble upon a group of mad people.