Isabela And Mirabel Novels & Stories

Isabella moved to the basin while her legs had an unsteady sensation. While trying to steady herself she activated the tap to get a face moisturizing splash from the flowing water. She lifted her eyes toward the mirror where her reflection appeared. The pale complexion of her face matched her widened stare. The door knocker sounded just as she listened. Luca stood at the door with food in his hands while shouting "Isabella I have brought you some food." Isabella didn't respond. She was unable to comprehend everything she had heard.

Gustaf The small smile that appeared on Isabella's face was enough to light up the room. Since the first time the Monaghan's had shown me a picture of her, I had considered her a beautiful woman, but I hadn't expected her to be even more beautiful in person, as well as funny and interesting.

Isabella concluded in her mind, she jumped from the bed with the gown and stood in front of the mirror, holding the dress against herself, for the first time since they got married, Andrea had bought her something and it was beautiful. “Get yourself together, Isabel,” she told her reflection. “He’s doing this for the baby, not you.” She said convincing herself ,with that, she dressed slowly. When she was done, she stared at the reflection in the mirror and smiled at how beautiful she looks, she walked downstairs, and stopped on her tracks. Sitting on the couch was Andrea, and Vanessa, sat on his lap, their lips locked together in a passionate kiss. “What’s this?” Isabella blurted, irritation

She said and joined the hug, hugging her lost but found sister and her sweet little neice. "I can't believe this, It's not real," Isabella cried. "Better believe it, sister, you survived, your baby survived," Miranda said with a smile. Isabella slowly read Audrey andooked at her face. "She looks like me," Isabella said, smiling with her rmteary face. "I do look like you," Audrey replied. "That's a good thing, wouldn't want her looking like that devil," Miranda said angrily. Isabella stiffened. Audrey subtly shook her head at Miranda, telling her not to mention Malachi for now.

“This is a surprise.” Her silver eyes flicked to me, taking in my borrowed clothes and the exhaustion I knew was written all over my face. “Selene,” Mira said, stepping forward to give her cousin a brief, hard hug. “This is my friend, Isabella.” “Come in, both of you.... Please, make yourselves at home,” Selene said, stepping aside to let us enter. We followed her into a living room cluttered with books and bundles of hanging plants and before we could even sit, Mira cut to the chase.

The number of times that Mirabel would appear on screen was quite a handful because she had to be there with Lady Penelope always. Mirabel glanced at the scripts intently, the play was a little bit historical in some sense, it was about a young woman who pursues the love of her life even after being forced into a marriage with the Duke. She goes to high lengths to get Mr. Rodriguez, the man she was blindly in love with. Lady Penelope defied the orders placed to go pursue Mr. Rodriguez of whom she later found out that the death of his parent was a result of her father's past actions and he was only after her in pursuit of vengeance. But by the time she came to know of his hidden agenda, it wa

Isabella who's standing in front of a mirror of the nearest café restaurant at Mateo's company adjusting a cap and uniform that clearly doesn't belong to her. She practices holding a package, her eyes glued to her reflection. "Just a delivery. In and out before anyone notices," she muttered. She's already desperate. She can't just easily see and talk to Amara even it's just so easy to be in front of the Villanueva's mansion. No matter what she does, they keep on hindering her to do that.

Belinda, suddenly out of her shock, saw an opportunity and went for it. Before she even got near to it, the knife seemed to shoot away from her and was back in Isabelle’s hands in seconds. A look of fury crossed her eyes at the thought that things hadn’t gone quite as she had planned. She made to slash at the wounded Progression Software employee, who rolled away and barely avoided her second blow. With catlike grace, Isabelle was on her feet. She looked down at Edward, who had left a trail of blood as he had rolled away, he seemed to be very badly wounded indeed. She sneered at his fallen form.

Isabel was trying to provoke him into striking first, knowing quite well that the first one to strike always lose, but he isn’t going to fall for her petty tricks. “It wouldn’t have come to this if our father had done the right thing.” He was staring directly at Dylan, who he intends to kill first in order to provoke Isabel. “By the right thing, you mean not getting involved with your whore of a mother.” She hastily replied, pushing his buttons. Rodrigo angrily charged towards Dylan, who was helplessly trying to free himself, but Isabel’s quick reflex enabled her to push him with force before he could get to her mate, sending him flying. No one is allowed to mess with her mate, not when she’

William’s harsh words, combined with Mirabel’s cruel taunts, left her feeling more isolated than ever. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of her black evening gown. The dress was elegant, sleek, and fit her perfectly, but no amount of finery could cover up the fact that she was playing a role she didn’t belong in. A soft knock on the door made her turn. Isabel entered the room without waiting for an invitation, her smug expression making Lucy’s stomach churn. “You look... decent,” Isabel said, her tone dripping with false kindness. “But then again, it’s not about how you look, is it?”