Isabel Magnolia Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Your Highness.” For a moment, Julian sat beside her with his innocent presence offering a gentle comfort to the grieving woman. To him, Isabel seemed like a beautiful, delicate doll bathed in moonlight. Her golden locks shimmered softly in the dim glow of the night, cascading around her face like a halo of light. Her icy blue eyes, though filled with tears, seemed to glisten with a captivating beauty that contrasted starkly with his mother’s dark, mysterious eyes. There was something enchanting and serene about her sadness, a sadness that seemed different from the fearsome shadows that lurked behind his mother’s gaze.

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.”

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?

She smiled and played with Minnie's small hand. "Mrs. has no name," one of the security personnel answered Nathaniel Dave and that even made him feel very weird about the woman, how can someone not have a name? he was now very curious to know this woman without a name, it's strange for Ted to run over and call her Isabel. Isabel is dead and ....it would be impossible for Isabel to ever attain this level of wealth. Never! there is no miracle that will happen on earth that can ever make Isabel become so honourable in just nine months, plus she's even dead. He buried her dead body himself.

And I didn’t know what scared me more: seeing my rival that way, or realizing she might not be the only one breaking under this cursed roof. I was fixing the last pin in her hair when the door flew open and Isabella swept in, a storm of perfume and arrogance. “What is that smell?” she wrinkled her nose, sniffing the air. “Boiled cabbage?” She glanced at me. “Oh, must be her.” I stayed quiet, focused on the pins. Maya chuckled. “Be nice, Isa. Vanessa just called me beautiful.” Isabella raised a brow. “Of course, even the blind know this,” she echoed. Then she leaned against the vanity, shifting her attention like a knife.