Isabel Refugee Book Novels & Stories

He says he loves his brothers, and I saw him cry for his father. — It can’t be true. Isabela must be mistaken. With her eyes sunken into the documents, unable to concentrate on what they said, she barely lifted her gaze from the report she was reviewing to see who the incoming email was from. From: isabela.k@protonmail.com Subject: The Truth They Hid from You Melina’s heart skipped a beat. Just the name “Isabela” was enough to unleash a storm of emotions within her. It had been nearly a decade since she had left for Italy, carrying hundreds of secrets, and now she was back to unearth them. That alone kept Melina from sleeping peacefully.

She really planned this escape from our pack into detail, making sure she would be able to defend herself. It was the owners of the local bookshop, the Aberforths, and the librarian Miss. Wood, who got me on track with my search. Neither of them seemed very cooperative at first, probably because Isabella told them about her home and how we had all failed her, not that I blamed her - quite the opposite. I admire how she has only told just enough for them to get the picture, but not at all everything that has been going on. All the unfairness we all put on her for something she had no power over.

Isabella, Xander, and her parents fled for their life as the winding alleyways of Nairobi twisted and turned like a serpent and sirens screamed louder in the distance. Isabella's thoughts was troubled by Abiola's betrayal, and her heart hurt when she realised that trust had become a luxury they could no longer afford. However, there was no time to grieve; just now, the only thing that mattered was surviving. "Keep going!" With a loud voice from effort, Xander yelled. Their footsteps splattered across puddles from a previous rain as he guided them through a tangle of side streets. The sound of their pursuers' pounding boots approaching could be heard.

Even though I couldn’t focus on the words in the book, trying to force myself to read was enough distraction. We spent our days in a comfortable silence, Isa occasionally glancing my way to make sure I was okay. And in those moments, I wanted to share my fears with her, to tell her about the baby, but the words clung to my throat. I also wanted to ask many questions. What happened to Fabio? Did Maximo hurt him for telling me the truth? But I didn’t. I was too scared to know the answers to gloss questions. “Let’s plan your escape,” Isa said one afternoon, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “We can leave the country. Just you and me. I’ve been thinking of going to live with my mother in Ameri

Every second that passed was another step closer to either freedom or destruction. By evening, Isabella had returned to her apartment—but only to collect what she needed. She moved swiftly, packing documents, burner phones, a laptop, and cash. She knew she couldn’t stay there anymore. It was only a matter of time before Blackwood’s men arrived, and she had no intention of waiting around to be captured. The burner phone buzzed just as she was zipping up the duffel bag. Unknown number. She answered cautiously. “Is this the woman who wants to burn the king’s castle down?” a gravelly male voice asked.

“ No you are lying I have known Cassian for years he had never cried “ she muttered with disbelief clouding her face, doubting Eliana words with frustration loosening in her mind. Suspicion churns in Isabella belly, her head spinning as Eliana flicks her eyes to hers.. “What you decided to have me raped and make a murderer of me because your stupid lover cried over me and now he hates me to the core “Isabella’s voice quivers with burning hurt constricting her throat . Eliana and Alpha Zachary's son Cassian were giggling, their faces beaming with smiles as she sat next to him lifting a champagne bottle pouring the wine into his glass.

“There won’t be a next time.” The first thing Isabella did after returning home was take a long nap to recover her lost sleep. When she woke, she headed to the supermarket, buying ingredients and side dishes — including beer — for a spicy chicken soup. Her first battle had been won, and she was ready to have a small celebration at home. Just as she was about to start cooking, there was a knock at the door. Isabella froze. Who could be visiting at this hour? She opened the door slowly — and froze again.

The palace guards rushed forward, weapons drawn, but stopped when the carriage door swung open. Inside sat a heavily pregnant woman, her face deathly pale and completely exhausted from travel. "Please..." she whispered weakly, clutching the carriage frame. "I need to see Lady Seraphina immediately." Moments later, Seraphina and Morwen hurried out into the sunny courtyard. The woman collapsed into Seraphina's arms, clutching her hands as if her life depended on it. "My name is Isabel," the woman gasped out, her eyes wide with terror. "I... I managed to escape from Raven's Keep."

“I just got a message from a nurse about one of the girls Amber and I rescued. She said it wasn’t urgent, but that they wanted me to visit her and see if I could help.” Joseph took her hand. “She needs the angel.” “Stop it.” Isabella blushed. “So, what are you going to do?” Kelly sipped more of her tea. “I guess I’ll be going there tomorrow.” “Which one is it?” Kelly asked another question looking at Brent and then back at Isabella. “Julecia Herrera but I don’t remember all of the girls. There are sixty-five after all.” Kelly thought. “I remember some very short girls from Colombia. I wonder if it's one of them?”

Laura's POV: I looked at William needing answers.After getting the information that Isabella was dead I was relieved.Call me cold hearted but I hated her guts.I hated the fact that she had attention from everyone. Ever since we were kids we never liked each other so does my mother.I never understood why my mother hated her sister but I couldn't bother ask her.She passed down the resentment to me. I tried everything I could do to push Isabella to the limit but she never reacted,I knew I was hurting her but when she kept her distance from me I was glad yet I wasn't satisfied until I heard she died in the fire.