Isabela And Mirabel Novels & Stories

Lucas turned immediately. For the first time that night, I saw something shift in his expression. Recognition. “Oh… Mira,” Lucas said. She smiled slowly. Then her eyes moved to me. “So this is the wife?” she asked. There was nothing cool or polite in her tone. Lucas’s voice became colder instantly. “Yes, Mira. This is Isabella, my wife.” She extended her hand to me, and we exchanged a handshake. “You’re prettier than the papers described,” she said.

Elara clung to her hand, her face scrubbed clean, looking like a cherub who had seen too much. "Good." I grunted, ignoring Stefano as I stepped forward and gripped Isabella’s upper arm. I felt her stiffen. "Are you ready, my love? The world is waiting." Isabella didn't look at me. She kept her eyes lowered, staring at my tie. "I am ready, Mateo." Her voice was softer now. Good. Stefano had terrified the fight out of her or perhaps the reality of her situation had finally set in. "And you?" I looked at Elara.

Isabelle’s POV I’m Maria Isabelle del Frado, an interior designer and a daughter of a politician. I love going to a place where it is smoky, noisy and a lot of people are dancing. . I get happy when I'm in places like this, this is where I come out who I really am. I can do everything I want to do. I left home when I started working because I prefer to be alone than with my parents who did nothing but force me to marry a politician's child too. My father is a Governor here in La Union that’s why our surname is well-known, and he also supports the practice of arranged marriage, and leaving our house was the only way to escape his tradition.

The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwear, she froze, and everything changed. "No… no, no, no," Isabella whispered, her voice quivering as her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away. She was trembling, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, and Logan could feel the shift in the air. The panic rising in her like a wave.

There were no unknown wibes she felt around him. "You look like you have seen a ghost, Mira. In fact, your behavior was a lot better when you saw that ghost. You know in your heart, Mira. I am no stranger to you. You do not have to be afraid of me. You are the same little girl I saw playing in my garden." A small smile appeared on Mira's face as she finally started to remember what that strange old man was talking about. It was a few months later when Mira and her parents bought their first house that was right beside Freddy's house. Mira's mother and Freddy's mother had become very good friends. And sometimes, Freddy's mom babysitted Mira too.

That man could probably turn a field of weeds into a rose garden if he snapped hard enough. Isaac still hadn’t returned from wherever it was Regina had decided to take him and Odessa to, and so I had no one to talk my nerves out with. I headed back to the room alone, and as I turned the corner toward my door, I nearly bumped into Mirabel. She was humming, carrying what looked like folded towels, and her usual cheerful smile was plastered on her face. “Mirabel!” I called out, stopping her. She whirled around, and her eyes lit up. “My lady!” she gasped a little too excitedly, “Do you need anything?”

“Perhaps not yet. But do you think our enemies will not use her against you? Do you think your they will not see this as a sign of weakness?” I clenched my jaw. I hated this. Hated that they weren’t wrong. “She is under my protection,” I said. “No one will touch her.” His lips thinned. “And what of the contract?” My muscles tensed. I knew this would come up. The contract that bound Isabella to my Mafia—an arrangement to settle her family’s debt. “She is already your mate,” Elias continued. “There is no need to keep her tied by a contract. Let her go.”

“Good! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smiled sweetly at me and offered me juice. “Mira , you are getting consumed” I whispered. She snugged her shoulder and went back to her seat. A few seconds later, her facial expression changed. Before I could speak. Gerald walked in. “Harry?” He called me with a slight nod and a suspicious look. “Babe?” He looked at Mira who looked like she was being maltreated. There was a lot going on and for the first time, I was glad I found out the truth. She wasn’t anything like the innocent and simple woman I fell for.

she sent me off with a kiss to the lip & cheek. "I promise I will," I returned the kiss. "This is so unfair," I said leaving the room. 🌞 Isabelle Naughty memories of last night constantly replayed in my head. I felt my body heating up at the thought. I looked at the proof of our intimacy on my body, proceeding to poke the spots. I hugged myself, squeezing myself tight until I laughed from pain. I let my head fall into the pillow. Behind my eyes, I pictured Lucian's head between my thighs rising higher and higher in each moment.

Isabelle face the ladies and smile,scouting them each swiftly "You work for the Macks" "Three of us, two are new,Elisha and pola"one of them spoke "I'm Nadia Gowolka"Isabelle nod. "I want the people from the Macks to step back"The three step back leaving the remaining two "This two will stay,the others have their life entwined with the Macks and I won't take it,you can all leave"Isabelle snap her yellow belt on her tulip gown "You'll come with me jakub" The ladies bow all with a smile.