Isabela Merced Hot Novels & Stories

“No, Izzy, they’re not staring at me…” “What do you mean, they’re practically melting us with their stares?” She said, and Carl laughed. “Yeah, but they’re not staring at me… They’re not looking at me, just you… So cheer up, you’re too beautiful to be looking down…” “Oh, I knew it… I should’ve stayed home, I don’t belong in these kinds of places, I might embarrass you because of me.” She said anxiously. “Isabel Vergara, trust me, all they see is how beautiful you are, that’s it… Stop worrying and just enjoy… Wait here, I'll get you something to drink.”

I immediately pour myself another, "What happened to just getting down on one knee? Why the fuck do you have to make a whole show of it?" "Because Isabela wants it," Isaim explains simply. Oh yeah, everything always has to be exactly the way that bitch wants it, "She's going to be Luna and she obviously wants a big production out of the moment. She wants everyone to know what's going on." Tell me about it. If anyone knows exactly what she wants it's me, not Theo. He doesn’t know shit. "Such a princess, good luck with that," I scoff. "Are you jealous or something?" Theo asks, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. What the fuck is he trying to say? "Are you sad because you married

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.

there was once one woman. Her name was Isabela Cortez-Rivas—a stunning, steel-willed doctor he’d met in Cuba while undergoing facial reconstruction after a botched assassination attempt. She had refused his money, challenged his temper, and nursed him back to life on her terms. Against all odds, he fell hard—and married her in secret. Isabela gave him four beautiful children. Then, during the birth of their fifth, she died. Rumor said Rivas burned an entire clinic to the ground when she passed, killing the doctor who dared to let her bleed out.

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.

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.