Isabela And Mirabel Novels & Stories

That very moment, the impending doom dawned on me. "What were you staring at?" Isabelle asks Miranda whose eyes were now back to me. She slowly pushed Miranda aside and stared down the window. "Oh," she mumbled, upon seeing me. "You found us," she says. Her lips curve into a sly and tormenting smile. "Miranda honey, can you go get me a glass of water?" she suddenly requests, making Miranda leave the window. "I wonder how you found us," she smirks, staring down at me.

she scoffed “Darling, there is no we. You were just a convenient tool I used, and I don’t need you anymore. Elle did the job for me, getting rid of the other two, so why would I need another plan?” Isla’s stomach dropped “You can’t mean that, Mira. You promised to help me. If you don’t, I’ll have nothing,” “And? Am I supposed to care about that? Why should I help the person who ruined my child?” she sneered mockingly. “Fine, but at least help me get back into the acting circle. If you do that, I will disappear and never bother you again” Isla turned desperate as she begged. Mira had promised to help her as long as she guided Amanda.

Not start leaning in when he whispered and definitely not start laughing like his words were funny. Mira wasn’t stupid. She was tougher than anyone I knew but this world of glittering lies and obscene wealth could make even the strongest girl forget who she was. I looked down at Isabella. Her little fingers were sticky and her curly hair messily tied into a side ponytail with one of the few clean bands I had left. She was still in the same pajamas she’d worn the night before pink with tiny stars fading from too many washes. “Are you hungry, mi corazón?” I murmured.

Maximilian folded his newspaper, set it on the table, and stood up to open the door. “What is it?” he asked. “Where’s Isabella? I’d like to talk to her for a moment,” Miguel said, peering past him into the room. “She’s inside. Come in,” Maximilian said, stepping aside. Isabella, who was brushing her hair in front of the vanity, froze when she saw Miguel’s reflection in the mirror. Maximilian went back to his chair, opening the paper again, though his eyes occasionally peeked over the top to watch the two of them.

Mirabella brought them back together and having stayed for years without having a father, she was crazy about Angelo and barely let him be by himself. Angelo also had gotten so attached to Mirabella in such a short while. As long as she had them both in her life, Isabella was going to ask for nothing else. Angelo saw her by the door staring at them and smiled, "so, what is it going to be?" Isabella chuckled as she went to sit beside him, "Panama it is, my love and we leave first thing tomorrow. Come, Mira, let's pack up all that you will like to take along with you."

Miranda's expression was guarded, her arms crossed, her body angled away from him. But she didn't leave. Sebastian gestured toward Isabella's table, and Miranda followed him across the room. "Isabella." Sebastian's voice was steady. "This is Miranda." "Miranda." Isabella stood, extending her hand. "I've heard so much about you." "Good things, I hope." "All good things." Miranda smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. She sat across from Isabella, Sebastian beside her, their bodies close but not touching.

“The woman I mean.... looks exactly like Emily. I can’t get Isabel out of my mind... or out of my blood and burning thoughts.” Steven looked even more puzzled now. “Wait—what? Who is this woman who looks exactly like Emily? Who is Isabel?” “Her name is Isabel Ramirez. She is Emily's living mirror—identical in every way. And because of that... I can’t push her away.... not from my mind.... and certainly not from my heated body and desires for her.”

🖤♣️The Collapse🖤♣️ ‎“Isabella, put away your Barbie dolls and come to the dinner table.” ‎Her mother’s voice floated through the wide halls of the mansion—warm, steady, familiar. ‎Seven-year-old Isabella Marisol Reyes sat cross-legged on the polished marble floor, her dolls arranged in careful, deliberate rows. Not scattered. Never scattered. Even at her age, there was order in everything she did. ‎She tilted her head slightly, studying them.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

She slid into his arms and he leaned over her, his face inches away from hers. "Yeah?" "Shut up and kiss me." He did. The staff lined the pier to wave goodbye as Mark, Myra, Maddy, their friends, and Jasmine and her colleagues left the Island. Captain Wales and his crew took them smoothly over the water towards Guadeloupe, and when they arrived a small fleet of vehicles waited to take them to the Airport.