Novel & Cerita Isabel Magnolia

Max comes and joins me at the front of the alter, as the back door behind him, close. "Remember what we talked about?" He whispers, clearly little nervous. I nod as the doors begin to open enough to let in Isabelle, in that beautiful green dress that took my breath away the first time I saw it. It sparkled in the lights while she walked to the front of the altar. She bowed her head at the Moon Goddess and said her little prayer. She came to stand on the other side of me with a smile towards Max. "I am so happy for you both." She whispered to Max and handed him a light blue tulip. She looked at me with affection but angry in her eyes. I decided to ignore it, as I cleared my thoart to adress t

But Isabel remained outside only to avoid the grand hall where the celebrations were at their liveliest. Isabel's fingers began to bleed as she dug into the soil with her bare hands, tending to the flowers in the garden her king always loved to visit. The rich earth grew wet with her tears as they flowed unchecked from her eyes to her chin. She had tried to suppress the pain, but it surged up, relentless and overwhelming. Despite the blood staining her fingertips, she didn't stop digging. A scream bubbled up inside her, a desperate need to shout to the world that Lucian was hers and no one else's. But she could not. She must not.

But they didn’t raise their weapons either. I stepped forward, cloak flaring behind me, eyes burning with salt and war and blood. “I need your help,” I said. “Not for a rebellion. Not for a crown. For justice.” The older sentry tilted his head. “And who are you?” I let the silence linger. Then I said it, quiet and sharp: “I am Isabella of the Bloodroot line. Daughter of fire. Sister to ash. And the woman who’s going to burn Crescent Moon to the ground.”

Isaac had to hold his arm and pull him toward them for him to move. “Hi,” Isabelle said. “Hi,” Joel breathed. “You look... Beautiful.” Isabelle was wearing a pink-champagne and black, off-shoulder ball-gown, with the colour black fading in from her chest and fading out at knee-length. The dress and black heels had been her mom's pick, and she was glad she had taken the advice. Since there had been no time to make her hair, she had loosened her former braids and made a twisted halo. She wore little makeup (courtesy of Loveth) and a bracelet on her left arm.

Christian and his megawatt smile. I chuckle and shake my head. I sit down on the lounge next to Christian and drink my smoothies. "This is perfect, Consuela," I say. Consuela beams. She loves it when we enjoy her food. "Gabriel!" Isabella calls me from inside the house. We all glance over at her. She is wearing a flowy dress, the fabric is abstract red, orange, and black. It has a halter neck and is backless. Not overly sexy, nevertheless, it's sexy. I fake a pout and come to her.

Gabriel and Jack stood near me within minutes, Jack eyed me with suspicion and Gabriel stood in front of me as if he was trying to block my view. I heard the clocking of heels as Isabella made her way over to me, she’s wearing a long spaghetti strap midnight blue dress with little sparkles all over I’m the fabric, her hair was curled up in a bun and little strands dropped to the side of her face, a pair of earrings and a simple necklace had her looking absolutely mesmerizing. “Are you ok?” “I’m fine now that you're here.” I pulled her to my lap and placed my head between her neck as my hands held her waist tightly. Jack and Gabriel were about to riot when a voice called out to me.

Just before Felix could answer, Philippians butt in. "Your Majesty, Lady Isabel can cure you with a much more effective antidote than the ones you were taking." I creased my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" Did he say much effective antidote? "Are you certain about that?" Philippians nodded. He explained that the woman named Lady Isabel was currently residing at the Meadow Forest as a rogue. I was curious at first and suspected her to be part of Magnius Lothim but she showed that she has no ill intention of harming my son. She helped Commander Cornelius to heal his wounds back in the days he was injured from attempting to go to the hideout.

"Prepare the entire Alpha army. I'm going to find that prince named Arthur, and that orphanage owner named Gabriel!" "Darling, don’t mind it." Queen Camellia hugged her husband to calm his emotions. "Most importantly, Esther is back. She won't like having her past revisited either. We must learn to let go of the past." "I do not agree to that, Your Majesty." I refuted Queen Camellia's opinion firmly. It would be a good idea if the kingdom of Magnolia demanded humanitarian rights for Isabelle, with the kingdom of Theodosius. Don't forget, that Isabelle is a victim. I can use their anger as a shield in case the princes of Theodosius launch a war, I already have the kingdom of Magnolia backing

Before Alessia could decline, Isabella signaled to the maid, who swiftly returned with a bottle of Dom Pérignon Rosé and two crystal glasses. “It’s never too early to drink,” Isabella murmured as the maid poured the champagne into her glass. She lifted it with effortless grace, taking a sip in a way that made Alessia think of her own mother. She could see the similarities between them— the way they carried themselves like queens. But Isabella Morano… she was something else. Everyone in the famiglia knew the power she held. She single-handedly operated the largest narcotics farms in Columbia and handled several vineyards and estates under the Morano white washed businesses.

I said. Magnus nodded. “Agreed.” Alexander smiled at me then. I could see the pride in his eyes. “Wise and bold,” he murmured. “You never fail to amuse me every time” I arched a brow. “Did you expect anything less?” He chuckled “Not even a little.” Then, unexpectedly, Isabella rose. Her dress was a deep forest green. She looked elegant as usual, like the princess she was. But it was the look on her face that made the room go silent. She looked vulnerable and….remorseful?