Isabela Moner Hot Novels & Stories

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!” He pointed a high, magnificent floating isle where water sprang. They all looked up to it, slack-jawed and unable to speak. It was an amazing sight to look at. It almost reached the sky and the falling water appeared like angel’s wings. With the sight of the Virsathen, Ellaine remembered her dream. She once wanted to see it to know if it really was the same tree she dreamt about. Now she would finally find out. But if she did find it out, what would she do next?

I told her: “Let me mark you, honey. You know you are mine and ONLY MINE. Come for me babe, come for me... I want to hear you scream my name! Only I can make you feel like this! Only with me can you feel what you feel... Come for me, my love! Honestly, everything I say is true. There is nothing behind my words except complete and brutal honesty. I want it to be mine. I want to return home with her by my hand. She's exactly who I've been waiting for. Isabella is a woman who would make a perfect match for a king. She is the chosen one to become the next queen. She is my Luna.

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

"Ma, stop." "I’m your mother! I birthed you! I know your blood is hot," Elena pushed, her voice dropping to a low, stinging intimacy. "Tell me the truth, Isabella. Do you not miss the touch of a man? The weight of someone on you? The way a room feels when there is a man’s energy in it? Or have you become as dead as the sand you walk on?"

she moaned, surrendering as he added pressure with his thumb on her clit. "Better." He sped up his fingers, watching every spasm on her face. "Now tell me... how many times did you touch yourself in the bathroom thinking about this?" The blush that rose to her cheeks was answer enough. Ricardo smiled, that predatory smile, before abruptly standing up with her in his arms and placing her on her knees on the desk. "Show me." The black dress was pushed up at once, revealing her bottom marked by the seams of her lingerie. Ricardo pulled her panties aside with a sharp tug that made Isabela shudder.

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

She was incredibly eager to hear what encountered between Isabella and those two men. "Fine." Isabella says, rolling her eyes. She was becoming weary of Bianca's persistent requests for more information. "Both of them look attractive and hot. I don't know their names though, but they are the most attractive and handsome men that I have ever seen in my life and they even have eight packs, Bianca, I swear," Isabella testified, and Bianca could feel her panties go wet due to her description. Bianca loves men with abs. Isabella could imagine those men faces in her eyes as she described them subconsciously and dreamily. She even became more interested in their conversation as she speak.

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