Isabell Afro Real Name Novels & Stories

Isabel countered, not liking her dad’s current attitude. Her wolf was angered when he brought up Carlos, but she knew better than to let it be in control. Her dad was older but his wolf was still quite strong. “Well, that’s what I’ve been hearing.” Isabel ran her fingers through her hair, trying her best to control her anger. Who dares to spread such false rumors about her and her mate? They better not let her find out their identity because she wouldn’t have a problem sending them to their early grave. “You need to let the world know that you’re taken.” Rodrigo continued.

The friend she had mourned, the friend she had failed. She crossed the room and knelt before the sofa, her knees pressing into the soft wool of the rug. Isaac stirred, lifting his golden eyes to study her face. He did not seem afraid anymore. Only curious. "Hey, Isaac," Ysabella said softly, a smile trembling on her lips. "Did you know that I have a daughter? Her name is Aileen. She is almost exactly your age. I have a feeling you would love to meet her. She is very bossy, just like her mother."

"He doesn't like to commit, that's what he is. If he needed a woman, he would only ask Isabella to provide him with the best one." "You know very well his habits," Maxim smirked slyly. Right after Nickson pursed his lips, Isabella came in with three women behind her. The woman smiled very broadly at Nickson. Her plastic surgery cheeks were pulled up, making her look like a street clown who looked ridiculous. Everything on Isabella's face was fake. Nickson had to hold back from looking at that woman's face any longer today. “Here are my best girls, Nickson. Danny, Aurora, and Jessie."

she is a beautiful woman who looks no older than 26, her skin is white, her eyes are green and her figure should be envied by many women, being a werewolf has its perks. “Call me Beauty.” She pulls me inside and I look at Akira who is trying not to laugh and failing at the same time. "Her name is Isabela and my father's name is White " I mark these names so I can't forget, it would be embarrassing not to know the names of my in-laws "Mom, where is Dad?"

The man happily welcomed Selena and embraced Selena affectionately in his arms. "Sure sweetheart, aren't you a model from McLean's agency?" "Oh, apparently you know me. Yes, I am a model at McLean's agency." "So what's your name?" asked the young man with a mischievous glance. Selena smiled gently while getting rid of the man's naughty hand that was stroking her buttocks. "You can call me Isabella, sir."

And all this time, she was here. Under a different name no less. ‘Kiara' That was what Isabella had called her the first time. Which one was a different name from the one I knew her with. ‘Not too different.,' Aster, my wolf, agreed. Which one was real? Between the woman I'd seen in the diner or this bitter one that ran from me at every turn, who was the real her? Who was she? I shut my eyes tightly against the onslaught of questions. Whatever I needed to know, I wasn't going to find it here.

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.

Ma'am Isabella cautioned as she stared from one person to the other. "So you said your name is what again." "Natalia Ma" she answered joyfully. "Oh Natalia, and are from this pack or from neighboring Packs" "Erm...this Pack." She stuttered then tried to play it off with an awkward laugh. What a weirdo. "It's good to see you Natalia. You already know I am his mother but you do not know my name, my name is isabella, you can call me Isabella or Bella anyone that appeals more to you, and this is Bianca, Sébastian's very good friend, they actually have gone out a good number of times and they were ought to be planing their next dating or outing today before we shockingly met you here."

In the end, she hailed a taxi and returned to her own house. The next day, Isabella's mood had calmed down, and she arrived at the talent agency early and found Ava. Ava was a top-notch talent agent in the company and had managed many highly successful artists. She had no idea about Isabella's background. However, during the signing process, she felt that this woman had an explosive personality.

“Yes, Cairo. That's my name, how could you even do this to me and you are happy to show me your face, she spat at me and I could notice the rage in her eyes. “What are you even saying Isa?” I asked as she raised her hand at me. “Don't you dare call me that!” she thundered. “My name is Isabella not Isa and if you want to call me Isa you have to be worthy of it, " she said. “Do I really have to be worthy of calling my best friend a name I love the most?” I said as my tears flowed down my cheeks.