Isabela Merced Hot Novels & Stories

“It’s not like what you think. I’m not a slut.” “Really? Then why did you go after Uncle Gabe? If you are with Antonio, it’s more sensible. But it’s Uncle Gabe!” Isabela raised her hands and then clenched them. Antonio was her elder brother and Jeremy’s little brother. “Yes, Uncle Gabe is handsome and wealthy. He has a lot of experiences with women too. Is that why you didn’t want to fight for Jeremy?”

I clutched it to my chest like it might burn me. I didn’t say thank you. I didn’t look at her. Isabela’s lips curved into a slow, victorious smirk. She lowered herself back into her seat with the grace of someone who’d just won a war. “Since we’re being generous tonight,” she said brightly, reaching into her bag again, “we’ll be having a ball in three days. Charity, of course. Very exclusive.” She slid a sleek black credit card across the table toward me. “Make yourself look good. Nana knows what to do the hair, makeup, dress. Don’t embarrass us.”

“I recognize her. Isn’t she the one who got the second female lead through shady rules and even made it onto the hot search?” “She’s such a loose woman, really disgusting!” “She must have used backdoor channels to get into the Knight Group’s training camp.” “I thought she looked familiar. She’s the woman who was rumored online to have been in a hotel with a dozen men. That’s her!” “Look at that, there are even pictures. Yes, it’s Isabella Rivera.” “Isabella, you’re truly the epitome of a slut!” One after another, vile and disgusting remarks were hurled at Isabella, and the faces of everyone watching her were twisted into grotesque sneers.

I put my hands in my lap to appear more innocent. "He's George's son?" She asked, impressed, looking toward my room. "The one and only." "Alright," she replied with poorly feigned indifference. "Really? I think he's..." "He's handsome, Minerva. Such a handsome man!" She fidgeted in her seat and stifled a squeal of excitement about Christopher. I chuckled at her reaction and patted her head. We fell silent for a few moments, and then we heard a mobile phone ring. Isabela took her bag and rummaged inside it for her phone. She answered and gave brief responses to the person on the other end of the line.

"Oh my God, what should I do? Please, please God help me!" "There is nothing left between Isabella and me," he cries again. Isbella's beauty is mesmerizing and her cool gay voice pierces in every youthful heart, but not for what she loves for. She has great desires to fulfil her desires. She wishes to wave sitting in a classic porshe Isabella thinks that only a business partner can fling into her heart to warm their breaths beside the fluffy cushins in their bedrooms., but now I no longer believe his fishy stories.

“Yes. I reckon the eyes and smile familiar, the salient feature of the merclan.” “I am humbled by your recognition, your majesty.” He held the hand of the Queen and kissed it, “I am sent here by Captain Aquilus. He extends his apologies. His merdaughter’s hatchtime is due tonight.” “I perfectly understand.” The Queen looked around and noticed the crowd of aristocrats thicken. “Please excuse me. My brother and I have a lot to do.” Ellaine looked at the siblings drifting far away. As they entertained one aristocrat after another, she knew she never felt so far from Finrod until today.

“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?

" Nerissa questions him with her eyebrow raised. Mateo's face contorts into a grimace. "Of course not, darling. I just really don't want other people know that I once make my self be fooled by that woman," he said as he rubs his temples lightly. They keep on talking by changing the topic, when their attention was caught by a sudden rush of media reporters crowding around one of the exits of the venue. And there they saw how Elijah escorted Isabella who's really look stunning now wearing a white dress with gold details along the collar, her hair down and cascading down her shoulders beautifully.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

and pulled the curtain open violently with both hands. Alex gasped in shock. "Magdalena? What are you doing here?" Without uttering a word, Magda pressed her index finger to her lips, signaling him to be silent. Then, fully clothed, she threw herself into the shower with him. She caught his face in her hands and pulled him into a fierce, suffocating kiss.