Isabela Moner Hot Novels & Stories

"Excuse me?" Elena asked. The cafe suddenly felt hotter. "You heard me," Isabel said, she maintained a predator look in her eyes but she still looked annoyed. "I don't think I understand what you mean." Elena shifted in her seat, she was becoming uncomfortable by the moment and kept glancing towards the restrooms hoping Marcus would come out and end her misery. "Why would he date you? You do not look like his type. Are you a model?" Elena shook her head, the intimidating stare Isabel gave her made her squirm in her seat.

“You’re giving me too much information.” “And you’re not giving me enough information.” Isabel said with a smirk. “I’m a former sex worker so trust me when I say that Felix is just the kind of person that is into some really kinky shit. I’m talking, bend you over his knee and spank you kind of kinky. Questionable positions even in the office kind of kinky. You guys might not be fucking now, but when you do, you better be prepared to be sore everywhere.”

"I would do anything to ensure that you don't kill her." Isabella's smile becomes something truly monstrous, a expression of triumph and cruelty that transforms her beautiful features into something that belongs in the deepest circles of hell. "Perfect," she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "The solution is really very simple, actually." She pauses for dramatic effect, savoring the moment before delivering what I'm certain will be an impossible demand. "All you need to do is remove your clothes and have passionate, uninhibited sex with me right here, right now, in front of Serena. Make her watch every moment of your betrayal, every second of your surrender to me. Do that, and then

And then, she saw Cassandra. Cassandra Reyes stood near the entrance, a vision in a sleek, black gown that clung to her every curve, her dark hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo. She was surrounded by a small group of executives, her laughter ringing out, confident and melodic. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, and for a fleeting moment, they landed on Isabelle. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise, then a narrowing of her gaze, a subtle tightening of her smile. The silent challenge was clear.

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.

“Do you plan on doing that during your honeymoon?“ He asked I went silent “Isabella Monroe, the beautiful heiress finally decides to follow her heart and call off the wedding, how romantic” he said mimicking the headlines “You were made a saint and now I'm some antagonist?“ “You were the one that leaked the information out in the first place” “You’ll pay for this, Isabella. You think this ends quietly? You’re wrong.” I clenched my jaw, trying to stay calm. “ Sebastian. You need to listen—” “Save it. You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to—”

As my lips moved against his, he gradually took over. He was one hell of a kisser. When I pulled away to gaze into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make me go weak in the knees. Is this what it means to meet your soulmate? "Do you know me?" I slurred, and he raised a brow. "Who doesn't know you? You're Isabella Moreno, granddaughter of one of the richest men in New York," he responded, a certain glint in his eyes.

Elijahs pov- A hard pounding on my penthouse door woke me, the first hint of light below a San Francisco dawn creeping in through the floor to ceiling windows. My right hand man, Benji, stood there, his face grave, phone thrust at me. “Boss, you need to see this,” he said, with a strange tightness to his voice. I swiped the phone on, my eyes narrowing as the video rolled—Isabella, handcuffed, being dragged out of Lilian’s apartment, her emerald eyes wide with surprise. The headlines were blaring: “Isabella Hartman Arrested for Murder of Stepsister Lilian Sinclair.” My heart stopped. Isabella, a killer? No. She was wild, impulsive, mysterious — all of which I both loved and was frightened of

“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?”

— Burn me, turn me into ashes, Isabela. Alejandro Moretti was an intensely passionate man, but in bed, Isabela surpassed him. And that drove him absolutely wild.