Romans & histoires Isabel Refugee Book

"Mr. Hans, please, I know you hate me! People in your country hate me, but now, something has happened to Nathan! I'm from Angolla, so I'm familiar with that place. Let me go! I can save Nathan." Hah! Are you perhaps doing this to escape? "Although Mateo didn't think Isla could escape, he still asked this question." "However, Isla shook her head and said, ""Look, where can I go now? My country has betrayed me, so I won't have a home no matter where I try to escape too. After all, I was the raised who raise Nathaniel. Now that something has happened to him, I can't sit here and ignore it! Furthemore, this place is dangerous, but none of you are familiar with this land. So, you should let me s

“The verses you wrote—they moved me as well. You have a gift for capturing emotion. I wonder whose heart has inspired such words.” For a terrible moment, Isabelle thought she might confess everything. Instead, she said, “Books, Your Highness. My heart is devoted to books.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Then books are more fortunate than most of us realize.” Isabelle fled before her expression could betray her. In the corridor, she pressed a hand to her mouth, suppressing the sob that threatened to escape. She had survived another encounter, another small death. How many more could she endure?

"I'm not implying anything. I'm asking directly: Do you actually believe Isabella is just a simple maid who happens to have caught your attention? Or do you know she's hiding something and you don't care?" "Everyone is hiding something—" "That's not an answer." I leaned forward. "Leon, I've been investigating her background as you asked. And there are... inconsistencies. Questions that don't have good answers." "Such as?" I pulled out one of my reports. "Isabella claims she came from Evergreen Pack. That she worked in a household there. But when I cross-reference the refugees who arrived with her, none of them remember her specifically. They remember a woman matching her description, but no

Isabelle respond calmly. "Oh yeah!,my entire visit is wasted well it's not that bad Isabelle but when it all comes down on you don't forget I warned you,you toyed with your dinner and I'm simply eating the leftovers" Zuzzana stalk to the door and spun "I'll take everything Isabelle just like you did"She slam the door,Isabelle drag in breath. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I want water"A boy of six struggle to get up but kept falling in the dark cell he was put in "Water" A woman hand him a jug of water because that's the only available one in the cell of more than 74 people,the boy take it eagerly drinking.

“I’ve done such horrible things, Mila, to you and to Felix. I cannot turn back on what I’ve done. I need you to arrest me. You’re the princess now. You can do that.” “Isabella, I do not need to arrest you at this very moment,” I said, slightly peeved. We could not delay on this evacuation. The timing was already so tight. “Take me to the prisoner of war camp,” she begged. “Let me be taken in with the rest of the army.” I knew there was suspicion written all over my face when she added, “This isn’t some sort of trick, Mila. Please. I do not deserve to be evacuated with the rest of these kind people.”

Isabel I dragged myself back to the room. Even with my head pounding and demanding I take a break. I grabbed the file from Raymond and continued to flip through it, shaking my head as I went on. The book had told a detailed story, this came with receipts and each page reeked of betrayal. Betrayal so nad I struggled to catch my breath. How could they? My vision blurred from the tears that were starting to form in my eyes.

Nathan spoke with confidence, "She can't survive without me. Just wait, it won't even take a week before she realizes how much she needs me and contacts me herself." The housekeeper shook her head and sighed. "You're taking advantage of her love for you, Young Master. But not everyone will wait for you to come around." Nathan slumped onto the couch, feeling weary. "This is the last time." --- **In a Foreign Land** After stepping off the plane, Isabella didn’t leave the airport. Instead, she bought tickets for another city. She wandered through several locations before finally arriving in Milan, Italy.

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

“But everything here is so cold, Isabel. Lucian is like a wounded animal trapped in a cage of his own making, and Emelia… she’s the one holding the keys and the whip. I thought I could just do the job and leave, but every time I hear him scream in his sleep, I feel like I’m breaking a little more.” “You’re a good girl,” Isabel sighed, taking a Madeleine for herself. “And that’s what’s going to get you killed in a place like this. This family… they don’t do ‘good.’ They do ‘useful.’ And the moment you stop being useful to Emelia, she’ll discard you like yesterday’s scraps.” “I know,” I said, drying the last of the tins. I looked at the pristine kitchen, the flour gone, the evidence of my huma

I repeated. Her head whipped around, making her ponytail sway before cascading down her back. "Pablo?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes. I shook my head. "We're not going to save him. He doesn't deserve to be saved." Isabella bit her lip and turned her head away, as if she couldn't bear to look at me. "Why?" she asked in a breathy voice. I walked over to her bed and took a seat. I explained the time I went to Sicilia to look for her when I still suspected Elena and Isabella were the same person. I recounted where I found Pablo and what he had likely said.