Isabela Encanto Characters Novels & Stories

My back straightens on the stool. The footsteps get louder. Closer. Then they stop at the kitchen doorway. Isabela walks in. She looks perfect. Hair smooth. Makeup sharp. Dress tight and short, hugging her body like it was sewn onto her skin. She does not look like someone who was “hurt” or “shaken.” She looks bored. Annoyed. Entitled. Her eyes sweep the room. They pause on me for half a second, then move to Nana. Her lips curl.

“She tore my arm off!” “Your arm is still attached,” I said. “It’s ruined!” Tears instantly flooded the lower rims of his blue eyes. “I need a doctor! And ice! And surgery!” Issa, meanwhile, took two steps back laughing under her breath. Then she ran. “Max is cryyying, Max is cryyying, wah wah wah, baby king is crying—” She darted behind the island, singing in a bright little voice that was cheerful and deeply annoying. “Isabella Maria Gómez.” I deliberately switched on full Latina mode. “Get back here before I personally donate every glitter clip you own.”

So I decided to cheer her up , Mind if u wanna play some games , she gave me a no , so I decided to brighten the day then I asked her to tell me more her why do u wanna know she asked Why shouldn't I know about my Friend Isabella POV I was shocked when he asked me to him more about myself .Am Isabella as you know ,I have a young sister Risa ,My mum has a resurant while My dad is a Banker. i replied" what about you? I asked him but was kinda scared I had to ask him" Rey Pov I have to answer her questions too I'm Rey,I also a younger bro who lives in Korea ,My Dad

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

She stood up from her seat and spread her arms waiting for her son to hug her. Ibrahil runs in excitement to hug that woman. "Is she a princess or something, she's too young to be a mother queen," she talked to herself while looking at them with many thoughts in her head. While she has Ibrago at her side not even giving her a gaze as if she doesn't exist. She clenched her fist, she can sense something bad about this Encantado. "It's a shame that you are wearing my Ibrahils face, you snobbish jerk!"

She'd take back her rightful place and she would be her people's queen. Later that night, Isabella found herself heading to the kitchen prior to Isaiah's instructions. She'd thought that the silky man would at least give her a break for all the hard work earlier and her little achievement but alas, Isaiah was hell bent on living up to his reputation in her mind as a bastard and a world grade A jerk. Sighs. When she got there, she was surprised to see Enzo, leaning against the wall and engaged in a serious conversation with Cara. When they noticed her presence, they stopped and turned to her with a grin.

Marco curiously asked. "She said, you both know her. Her name is Isabella de Guia." *** ISABELLA was already walking toward them before they could even enter the living room. She overheard one of the staff members attempting to stop her, but she insisted that she knew them. Isabella was dressed in a white summer dress that exposed her back and had a plunging neckline. She smiled at them and took off her glasses. "Elena! Marco!" she exclaimed, happily, and gave them a hug. "I am so glad to see you guys!"

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.

Isabella didn’t smile back and that made his eye twitch. She surely knew how to act like she wasn’t scared. I knew otherwise though because her hand around my arms quivered, she was scared but she was good at hiding it. “You hold him like he’s yours” Luke’s wife spat out and Isabella smiled. Okay, I had been wrong, her hands weren’t quivering because she had been scared, she was expecting something like this. Was that why she held me? Smart girl. “Well if he isn’t mine who does he belong to?” She asked.

She enveloped Maria in a warm hug, and Isla felt a sense of comfort radiating from the interaction. As they pulled apart, Maria turned to Isla, her expression filled with pride. “This is my friend, Isla. She’s been helping me with some important matters.” The grandmother’s gaze shifted to Isla, and she smiled warmly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Isla. I’ve heard so much about you.” Isla felt a blush creep up her cheeks. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s an honor to meet you.” “Please, call me Elara,” the woman said, her voice soothing. “Now, what brings you both here today?”