Romans & histoires Isabela And Mirabel

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?"

“Take me to my brother, please.” “I’ll tell you what,” Kai kneeled in front of her. “I’ll take you to your brother as soon as everything quiets down.” He looked in my direction. “Elena is in a bit of a mess right now and if she shows herself to your brother, or anyone else for that matter, she’ll end up behind bars. Do you want that?” Mirabel sighed deeply. “I don’t know. If someone accused her of murdering Isabella, don’t you think there’s a reason for that? Who knows, she might be the murderer.”

I inserted another one. "Come on Mira.. Say Papa.. " Little Mirabella looked at the camera and smiled. .. I let out a laugh seeing my cute baby.. "Say papa baby.. Yes.. Pa... Pa... Papa! " "Pa!!! " Little Mirabella screamed and Isabella got excited.. "Yes yes.. Say it one more time.. Pa.. Pa.. Papa! " Baby Mirabella turned around and Isabella signed.. I chuckled seeing how she gave her a hard time already.. "Xan.. She is so much like Dante.. Right? "

She had always been curious, yes—but this felt different, deeper. Maybe it was because Isabela somehow knew Eleanor. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, Mirena knew one thing, she wouldn’t let it go until she got to the bottom of it. “Is that it?” she pressed, tilting her head slightly as she studied Isabela’s expression. Silence. The air in the room grew heavier. Then, after a moment that stretched just a second too long, Isabela spoke. “You bear a striking resemblance,” she said slowly, “to someone I believe is your biological mother.”

“I mean, just look at yourself.” “Why would someone like him even glance in your direction?” She tucked a perfect, loose curl behind her ears. “He’s only using you to get my attention. It's a classic game, you pathetic fool. Don’t confuse a man's amusement with genuine interest. You will tell him no.” Mirabel spared her no response, she only lowered her head, letting her hair fall forward to shield her burning cheek. “Or would you like a repeat of what happened eight years ago?” Isabella whispered, her hand motioned like she was drinking something.

Isabella'S POV “Give me a mirror,” I demanded. My hands were shaking, and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. My voice wavered, panicked, shaky. This couldn’t be happening. My face… the one thing I had left, wasn’t mine anymore. Malakai hesitated. “Isabella, I don’t think—”

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

she asked Haneul as a vague image of her as a young girl playing with a firefly that suddenly did not look like one. Haneul smirked at the question, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "No, Alice, a faerie, is not small. Pixies are small. You might have met one." Tina shook her head, "I had a feeling." she mumbled, "Who's Veronica, then?" "Veronica is a Mirror." "What?!" Tina stood up in surprise. "Calm down. She's on our side." Haneul assured her. "You're kidding me, right?" Tina could not believe him. How could a Mirror be on their side? Didn't he remember what they just went through dealing with Monique?