Isabela And Mirabel Novels & Stories

"Gerald! I am waiting tell me! Tell me the reason!" "Isabella, let's talk first. Pull yourself together, don't touch her!" Gerald, immediately rescued me in her touch but he wasn't able to get me! Of course it was written in that script! And before I knew, Gerald already used his force more and he was now able too pull me out. I inhaled deeply, damn! That was hard! We continued the set up until we heard the 'cut' line from the director, after which, we immediately fixed ourselves.

But it was her eyes that hit me hardest. They weren’t soft anymore. They were guarded, distant—almost as if she were looking straight through me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. And standing beside me, holding onto my hand, was a little girl with her eyes. Isabel’s eyes. Before I could say a word, before I could even begin to process what was even happening, the little girl tugged on my arm. “That’s my mummy,” she said softly. Isabel’s expression froze. My heart pounded violently in my chest as the truth hit me like a towing train.

Isabella lunged at her like a wounded lion ready to kill her. “You did this to me. You allowed me to be violated. For what?” she screamed. The guest gasped at the crazy woman attacking the bride and called for security. As Isabella slapped Sandra a hand pulled her off her and pushed her away. She fell to the ground with a thud. Then she realised how many eyes were on her. “I can explain. William let me explain.” Isabella begged unable to meet him in the eye. “You disgust me.” He said. She looked at her step mother and her step sister. They both had the same knowing smirk. Isabella believed that they were the ones that staged everything. From her drugging to this false marriage.

My knee length wavy chesnutt was in massive knots due to water and blankets, my sparkling emerald green eyes red and puffy from crying, and red marks all over my perfectly tanned skin. “Are you ok??” asked the maid with raven black hair. “Fine”I reply “If my plan is going to work I’m going to need to know your names.” Both maids look at me surprised. The girl with the honey golden hair seemed to recover first and said “My name is Arabella but you can call me Bella. I am the maid in training. This is Raven, the maid who talked to you earlier.” Bella says while gesturing to the girl beside her who came in first.They both were much more prettier than I was. To be honest I was really jealous of

Presently, she was crying, and she walked to her grandmother for succor. “Grandma, kindly make my father to understand that I am not in a relationship,” she pleaded, and cried on the shoulder of the wrong person. She was not aware that the King was the only person on her side. Meanwhile, the powerful King Raphael Churchill VII was infested by her cry, and fought back the tears that were about to form in his eyes. Nevertheless, Grandma Phoebe startled Mirabel with her consolation, “Stop crying, my dear. You did not commit any crime. You are only in a relationship, and got engaged to a handsome young man today.”

After the lecture ended I was about to leave the classroom when that same boy stopped in front of me. "Hey, I am Maverick and you are?" he said forwarding his hand. I looked at him with a small smile not trying to come out as rude and shook his hand "I'm Arabella," I said and he nodded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you." He flirted and I just smiled again. God, I didn't like him. "Thanks. Now I should leave for my next lecture." I said trying to get him off my back. "Yeah sure. What lecture do you have next?" He inquired and I looked at him like he was dumb. Wasn't he getting the hint.

Annabelle laughs always sounded like she was a Disney princess, something I always tried to imitate when I was younger. "You were outside for a long time dear, hope it wasn't too chilly for you," She said politely but the look in her eyes suggested it wasn't a polite sentence. She knew something I didn't and something in me told me she wanted to keep it that way. My smile got a little bit uneasy. Cameron came to my rescue though, she slid her hands through mine and smiled through the bullshit. "Isabella gets sick after a flight for a few days, probably the reason why she stayed outside for so long," She started, "Why don't I leave you guys to have a chat without any interruption from me whil

“You’re going to marry a good and responsible person, not some nasty old man.” “He’s a stranger, Mother!” I said. “I want to marry someone I love and who loves me just as much. I want a marriage just like yours and Dad’s.” “And who says you can’t have that with Noah, huh?!” She glared at me. “I know that man, and he is a good person.” "Know him?! You barely even speak to him!" “Alright then, why don’t you go upstairs and explain to your father why you can’t help him, because you’re not willing to sacrifice anything for this family!” She snapped, “You just think about what you’re doing Isabela.”

It's no surprise that Miranda's mom intervenes in her relationship with men and she goes around asking her crush to love her the same way she does. “Since when?” Derek managed to ask, raising his brows as he stared at her. “Since you relocated here to stay with Isabel.. You both are related.. like cousins or step siblings right?” Mirabel inquired, shifting her gaze from Derek to me. I pretended not to be interested in their conversation but deep down I couldn't help but eavesdrop.

She sat beside Antonio, her hand sliding up his arm. "It’s just a setback, Tony," she murmured, her voice dripping with a honeyed poison. "The insurance will cover the ship. We still have the merger. We still have everything." Antonio sighed, leaning into her touch. "I feel like I'm being watched, Clara. Like she's still in the walls." Clara laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. "Isabella is dead. She was a weak, fragile creature who couldn't even keep her own husband's interest. You’re with a queen now."