Romans & histoires Isabela And Mirabel

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.

"Shut up, Isabella. The walls have ears, I don't want them to find out." Isabella rolls her eyes. She really can't believe that she's doing this. "If this turns out to be a full blown party for me, I'm going to be really mad." "Don't worry, it won't." Her aunt assured her so Isabella decides to take her word for it. Outside of the castle and in the forest, the werewolves gather around tables, mumbling things between themselves or eating and drinking. They recently found out that Princess Isabella is actually mated to a god. Some are envious, mostly the females while some are just happy to have a feast.

Her face was pale, but her eyes were steady. "Mira," she said. "Isabella." Mira set down the mug. "You're alive." "So are you." "Barely." "Same." They looked at each other across the small room. Two women who had been broken by the same empire. Two women who had lost everything to the same lies. Elena stood between them. "You knew each other." "Before," Mira said. "Before the empire. Before Margaret. Before any of this." "We were friends," Isabella said. "Young. Stupid. Full of dreams."

She had come from privilege, from these very cloud forests of Monteverde. Raised in an aristocratic family, taught that stewardship required political ties, Isabela had learned early that love—like land—demands discipline. Education had been her father’s final insistence, and she had carried it with her to California like a compass. She went to Stanford, whereas Gabriel Robinson went to UC Davis. They met by chance on the beach in San Francisco. At the Cliff House that day, their hearts recognized each other through a shared love of their homeland, long before they understood it as love. Isabela was immediately taken by Gabriel’s sense of adventure and the carefree way he carried it, as if t

Isabella said. I could see Mirja rolling her eyes at her. They weren’t friends since Mirja noticed how Zack reacted when he saw Isabella. Not knowing who Mirja was, Isabella gave Zack a long and lingering hug. Mirja got jealous and pulled her guns out on Isabella before Zack could explain. After a few minutes, everyone seemed to calm down for the moment. Though, Isabella and Mirja didn’t miss a beat to say a few “choice” words along the way.

"What do I do now mother, I have lost it all?." She looked at me, and smiled, "You have me Mirabel. Now listen to me, you have two options — if you want peace? you drink the chemical and die, but if you want justice? Burn everyt hing they love. We strike back, forgiveness is not an option

ISABELLA Sarah just stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. "Who are you,” she says slowly, “and what have you done with Isabella?” I roll my eyes. “Oh, relax.” “No, I’m serious,” she presses, stepping closer. “You? Ask Tina for help? The same Tina you just said you don’t trust?” I sigh, shifting my weight. “I said I don’t trust her completely. Not that she’s useless.” “That’s new.”

I've got your back, just like you've always had mine. Isabella felt tears prick her eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you." "Probably die of boredom." Mirabel raised her glass. "To fake marriages, real friendship, and sticking it to corrupt politicians – preferably all at once." Despite everything, Isabella found herself laughing as she clinked her glass against Mirabel's. The weight on her shoulders felt a little lighter, even if just for tonight. "Now," Mirabel grinned , "tell me more about this shirtless encounter in the hotel room..."