Isabela Merced Hot の小説・ストーリー

Zya asked anxiously. "It's worse than being beaten up." Meredith smiled bitterly. In Meredith's opinion, it might be better than Zade was beaten up rather than being forced to watch her 'performance'. Zya left Luna Club right away and headed home. … Ysabelle had been shooting a movie overseas for the past few months and the shooting was scheduled to be wrapped up in December when she suddenly received news that Meredith and Josiah had reunited. No matter how Josiah had supported her, Ysabelle did not gain any popularity until she was offered to star in an international project. However, she decided to give up on this opportunity when she received the news.

Isabella's Journey to Confidence and Empowerment . Mahesh and Isabella remained locked in a tender embrace, the echoes of their shared intimacy still resonating. Isabella nestled closer, a soft smile gracing her lips as she absorbed the profound contentment that washed over her. "That was truly amazing, Mahesh," she murmured, her voice a hushed whisper filled with a sense of wonder and deep satisfaction. The experience had surpassed her expectations, leaving her breathless and utterly fulfilled.

Isabella "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of our very own Isabella Vega and Max Blackwell," Father Raffaele begins as soon as the choir finishes off the song. Words can't describe how I felt when I first heard it playing behind the closed doors. Max has really outdone himself this time.

She is supposed to be my mate, but that poison must have affected me enough to erase that critical information with my luna. "I apologize, but I can't seem to remember your name." I said regretfully, looking at her. She turned her body towards me and my eyes landed on her full breasts, her cleavage on full display. She smiled, and goddess does she have the most beautiful smile. "Isabela. My name is Isabela." she said. Her innocent face seemed to suit her name as well as her whole vibe. She looks like a really sweet girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her breasts in full, bouncy curves. Her blue eyes stared into me intently. I let my gaze roam down her body. She is wearing a white cardigan an

"They're there, Rafa," whispered Isabela, leaving the remote on the sofa and rising slowly. Her hips swayed with a calculated slowness, the dress riding up her thighs, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her hips. She pressed her hands against the glass, arching her body slightly, the neckline accentuating her breasts, her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. "Seventh floor, the same ones from yesterday. Look, they're hungry, love."

Elizabetta quickly replied, trying to steer the conversation away from the previous topic. Isabella instantly pulled me close and whispered. "That's the guy we were talking about?" "Shh!" I shushed her instantly. "He's HOT!" She almost squealed. I rolled my eyes. Isabella was a sucker of good-looking men. Or any man who gave her the slightest of attention. It was pathetic, really.

“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.”

This is beautiful! “What do you think?” her eyes sparkled so do I! “This is awesome!” I commented. “Hmm, this is can be seen in here.” she opened her map. “Mount Hilakris, you know Aristella right? Her boyfriend proposed in here, see? Amazing isn’t? I saw it in her Instagram once and made a research, this is a perfect place for hiking. The view, I mean… The moment you got to see the whole place this up, you’ll shiver in owe! The excites in her tone is more likely a way to describe it as an enjoyable adventure.

"Bry, Iѕаbеl, good tо see you guys." Iѕаbеl jumреd, lеаvіng a dіѕtrаught lооkіng Brіаn, аnd rаn and gаvе Mаrу a big hug. I tеll you, I wоuld have раіd еvеrуthіng іn thе wоrld tо ѕее thоѕе twо dо mоrе thаn hug аt thаt роіnt. Dаmn! Mаrу wаѕ the tаll, lеаn, blonde gоddеѕѕ and Iѕаbеl was the sultry Latina wіth blасk hair аnd mocha ѕkіn. Smоkіn!

Tears flowed freely from Isabella's eyes as she cupped his face and placed kisses all over it. Angelo just kept staring at her and when she finally calmed down, she asked, "what happened, Angelo? Why are we back on the island? Where is our princess and what's it with the fake blood? Is this all in my head? Am I dreaming?" "No, you are not dreaming," Angelo replied. "Tell me, Isabella, do you hate Angelo Flores?" Isabella stared at him in surprise, "that is impossible, Angelo." "What about Hamzat?" He asked further.