Isabela And Mirabel Novels & Stories

She sat at the highest desk, her sharp gaze locked onto me like a predator watching its prey. A shiver ran down my spine. I quickly looked away, but an unsettling discomfort lingered. Ignoring everyone’s stares, I quietly slipped into a seat in the far corner, trying to make myself invisible. But the peace didn’t last long. A soft knock on my desk made me look up. Mira. And behind her, her entire friends' circle. My fingers curled into fists under the desk. I braced myself. "Hello, Miss Isabella," Mira said, her voice dripping with mockery. "So… how's your relationship going with Mr. Ezekiel?"

She's expecting. The suite is a disaster zone. Maya is currently draped over the back a couch, singing a very slow, very slurred version of a song that hasn't been on the radio in a decade. "Isabellaaa," Tina groans from the floor. "Tell the floor to stop spinning. It’s being... disrespectful." "You're just drunk." I pull up Leo's chat. Isabella: The mission is compromised. The brides associates have fallen. Send help. And Gatorade.

"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

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..."

But everything in me was… paralyzed. A storm of thoughts swirled in my mind, but none made sense. Months? They haven’t been together for months? Before I could ask, Isabela appeared from behind a nearby tree, as if the universe had decided we didn’t deserve even a second of peace. "You’re really going to say that in front of everyone?" Isabela asked, her voice shaky, but with that manipulative glint in her eyes that only someone who grew up with her could recognize. "Act like I was just some random fling? Like I wasn’t the girl you planned to marry... to build a family with?"

"But I don't want to do that just yet. I'm worried something bad will happen to her. Why doesn't she understand I'm only looking out for her?" When one of the attacker's men announced Isa's death, it felt as though all the air in my lungs had been knocked out of me. No matter how much I tried to not believe it, I had to at one point. Losing Mirabel would kill me slowly. She was the only family I had left. "And that is why you should make sure she's happy." "You don't get it, Theo." "I get it." He argued. "You don't want what happened to Isabella to happen to Mirabel, which is completely understandable. Mirabel gets that, but she still insists on going to school. It's been three weeks, Ryder.