Isabel Refugee Book Novels & Stories

I snapped back, glaring at him. “You're not welcome in my life, Mason.. I'm done with you a long time ago so stop forcing yourself on me..I can never accept someone like you after everything you did to me. Besides, I have a mate now..I have a mate and I'm glad it's not you so stop bothering me or following me around!.” “Who's your mate, Isabel? Tell me! Who is he?” He asked, tightening his grip around my waist. “It's none of your business!” I retorted and he grabbed both my shoulders, his eyes staying on mine for a moment, his face etched with curiosity.

Isabella ran her fingers along the edge of one book titled Sanctum Ignis: Linea Sanguinis. "Holy Fire: Bloodline," she translated. The entries were meticulous. Names. Rites. Sacrifices. And on one torn page, a sigil—nearly identical to the birthmark Isabella bore on her shoulder. Her hand flew to it in shock. "It’s me. This book... it’s about my family." Arthur scanned the text. "They knew. Long before we were born. You were chosen—not just as a prophet, but as a vessel." Isabella stepped back, shaking her head. "A vessel for what?"

I hummed like a robot before picking up my spoon and stuffing my mouth with the last of the tuna tartar before the waitstaff was taking our plates away. Come to think of it, the last name Romano sounded familiar. I just didn’t think too deeply about it to realize that Dante and Lorenzo were the Romano brothers and sons of Giuseppe Romano. I mean, I should have been more aware and put the signs together. Now here I am, sitting in this massive beautiful estate, feeling stressed and anxious because I thought it was a good idea to come here in the first place. "Please excuse Isabella." Mr. Morelli tried to speak on my behalf to Dante, "Isabella isn't apart of our world, so she's not aware of the

“They’ll take the child. What happens to you after depends on who’s in charge that day.” I pictured it too easily… cold walls, no windows, my arms empty. My legs felt weak. I stayed standing anyway. “This isn’t about marriage anymore,” Isabella said. “It’s bloodlines. Control…You stopped being a woman to them the moment they learned the truth.” Silence stretched between us. Then Isabella reached into her purse. She slid a small silver key across the table toward me. “Train station locker,” she said. “Inside is a passport, a map, and directions to a cabin in the mountains. It’s off-grid. No trackers, No Council oversight.”

The voices from the room have seized now, making me realize they’ve heard me. “Isabel!” My father’s voice set my nerves on edge. I was done for. I tried to flee but Gabriel spread his arms out, trapping me in. Nothing like a good beating to end the already stressful night. With a smirk, Gabriel moved me to the side and opened the door, presenting me to father. I took a deep breath and stared at the floor, too scared to look at them. I stumbled when Gabriel pushed me not so gently inside the room but I didn’t dare utter a word.

In her last email, she provided me with her cell phone number, in case I needed to contact her. Zander: Um, hi Nina, it’s Zander. Nina: Hi, Zander. How are you? Zander: I’m good. I just wanted to check to make sure Isabella is ok. I haven’t heard back from her. Is she safe at home? Nina: Oh, I didn’t tell you? Isabella is in Italy for her last year of schooling. She is staying with her great-great-Aunt. Zander: Italy? No, you didn’t tell me.

May added and everybody began to flip through the pages. On the doctor's report, it was stated that she had been rushed to the hospital because of a complication. She had tried to get an abortion and had gone to a quack hospital which led to complications. Most of the people who were reading it began to have disgusting looks on their faces. The further they read, the more they believed. May and Lily exchanged looks and felt proud of themselves. Outside, they were crying but they both knew what they were doing. "I don't know if any of you remembered but, some years ago, news spread about how Isabella had slept at a hotel at the age of sixteen. It was a very shameful incident and my husband co

He kept Isabella's spirit alive by telling their love story to those he encountered, spreading a message of hope and reminding others of the power of love in the face of adversity. One day, while visiting a distant village, Gabriel crossed paths with a young woman named Elena. She was kind-hearted and compassionate, dedicating her life to helping others. Her eyes sparkled with a familiar warmth and kindness that reminded Gabriel of Isabella. Intrigued, he couldn't help but feel a connection between Elena and his beloved princess.

She always woke up earlier than everyone, it was not my duty to make her eat, she would come around when she felt like it. ISABELLA I woke up this morning feeling disoriented, after the news I got from jane,yesterday. I tried reaching Dave through every possible means, i asked Jane about him This was my fourth week in Canada, it becomes a month tomorrow. I finally reached Jane last week after she replied to my message on I*******m. She sent me her number, which I called, we spoke for the longest time on phone, I explained to her how Santiago was sending constant threats , how Ace rescued my mother and I. I left out very sensitive details ,I told her how Ace had my college transferred to Cana

After losing everything so quickly, I was so sure that I would always be alone and that there was no hope for me that something like this I couldn’t have foreseen in even my wildest dreams. * Balin gets a little busy in the next few days and as I soon learn that the preparations for this feast are being stretched on for a few more days. It’s while I’m walking around the village a few days later that I run into Azhar. He gives me a nod of greeting, “Righ.” “You can call me Isabel,” I say, uncomfortably. Everyone here keeps referring to me as the Righ. It’s kind of creepy, almost as if me being the Righ has erased my existence as Isabel.