Isabel Refugee Novels & Stories

I asked, crouching down to her level. She nodded, though tears glistened on her lashes. I offered my hand, and she took it, allowing me to help her to her feet. Her curls bounced as she steadied herself, brushing off her little blue dress. “Where’s your mummy?” I asked gently. She pointed across the room, and my gaze followed the direction of her finger. That’s when I saw her. Isabel. She was standing near the far entrance, her back partially turned as she spoke to someone. But there was no mistaking her. The air punched out of my lungs, leaving me momentarily frozen inside and out..

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

She grabbed his hand tight in her hold and looked into his eyes. “I promise you I was not forced. I did not suffer. They treated me like an employee. Adela is young and she has a beautiful daughter. She does not deserve this. Please no more Rafael. Please,” Isobel said crying. She knew she couldn’t stop him, but she hoped he would listen. Rafael could not be swayed once his mind had been set in most cases. “Okay Izzie,” Rafael said cleaning her tears. He was doing this for her. He knew she was protecting the De Rosas, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt.

'So that’s what really happened… No wonder she was so angry when I brought it up. He looked at Mrs. Hernando again. “So Isabella still has relatives in Asia?” “Yes. She has an uncle and grandmother from her father’s side. Her father came from a respected, wealthy family. But they never accepted me because I was an orphan with no background. Her father gave up everything—his last name, his inheritance—just to marry me. We moved to Lystra, and later to Elaris when Isabella was eight. Only her uncle stayed in touch. He adored Isabella. That’s why they were so close.”

Her father pleaded with her once more to go back to London and reject Angelo's proposal. "My mind is already made up dad, so please stop trying to convince me otherwise, you will only be making things more difficult for me," Isabella said sternly to her father. Since they didn't have any where else to go, Isabella and her family made use of the hospital's facilities. She had a few relatives in Panama but they refused to show their faces or lend a helping hand because they were afraid of becoming Angelo's targets.

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.

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.