Novel & Cerita Isabell Afro Real Name

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

She moves closer to me and whispers something in my ear. “Remember what I said, forget your old life, if you try to do anything stupid, remember I am with your passport, if you ever plan on leaving this life, you will need it, now remember, your name is Isabella, you were sold to me by your father who couldn’t afford to pay back his debts.” I stand rather shakily, trying to suppress my nerves, resisting the urge to strangle her, but that would only end bad for one person (me).

Isabel made a face. “Alexis?” “Short for Alexandra,” I said. “It's cute” Abby grinned. “And the perfect nickname. I like it.” “Alexandra Jordan Graham... that's the name,” I said nodding. “AJ huh? I love it!” Isabel laughed. I smiled. “Good lord, how pregnant are you?” Abby groaned, tugging on the zipper of the dress. “My bump is not that enormous” I hissed at her. “Be careful not to rip the dress, it's expensive!”

Her man informed him Isabella lived with her friend and her friend's daughter then how Ara called Isabella her Mamma. "Hey, why are you calling her Mamma?" With perplexity in his eyes and utter horror in Isabella's, Alex asked Zara. Isabella didn't want Alex to find out about the truth but it's too late to stop Zara. "Because she is my Mamma, you dumbo!" She said, slapping her forehead with her tiny hand and shaking her head like she heard the dumbest question ever. Huh? "She is my mamma Isabella Watson, me her daughter Zara Watson." Zara hugged Isabella's leg pointed to herself while her face beaming broadly.

Unfortunately I was not in the mood of chilling or helping out others. For here, my friends and other people know me as Ishabella. Bella Diór is only the name for identification. Otherwise people mostly know me as Ishabella who's a spoiled brat of billionaire Mafia Boss. Since there's a rule which every heir from the Mafia family follows. That is our name... Ishabella was my name which was given by my dad [ Mafia Boss] to hide my identity as the daughter of chairman Austin Diór. The fact that not many people know my face as Bella Diór because I never appeared in the media. The scandalous posts had my face covered with masks. Since I was careful to hide my face with a mask to whomever I would

Annabella confessed and Ann drew her closer. “Look honey, isn’t is a very nice person, she’s a self centered lady who doesn’t care about others but only herself..” “No mum, Isabelle is different, she’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, she’s cool, amazing, a great adviser and the best sister, I saw her video and I’m planning on making a video to assist her fundraising, could you please donate money? She’s trying to raise money for the homeless people...” Annabella disclosed, making Ann boil with rage.

"I was caught by His Majesty by that time and was healed by Lady Isabella." "Lady... Isabella?" I asked, unsure, looking at Rachelle for confirmation about who she was. Rachelle's smile had a sense of meaning in it. It was as if just the mere mention of Lady Isabella was enough for her to know who she was. In fact, the way she was smiling meant she knew her. "She is the second daughter of our mother and the second to the oldest," she answered. "She goes by the deity name, Iseldis, known as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting."

“And I’m glad your mother found me deserving.” “She did. She told me about you when I was twelve. Ever since then, I liked your name. And now that I’ve met you, well, you’re so handsome, too!” I bit my lips. He blushed and laughed. “How old are you now? And what’s your name?” “I am Isabella Garcia, and I’m eighteen,” I said with a smile. “That's cool. I’m going to be twenty soon.” “When will you become Alpha?... Alpha Dominic?” I tested the name on my tongue.

" I looked past Mae, towards my mate. She looked down at the ground, still stay behind Mae. She spoke softly, not making eye contact. "Isabelle Fall, from Moonfall pack. Daughter of Alpha David Fall."

She had thought I would try to take advantage of her. “Wait. You think….” I broke into a laugh, then stretched my hand for a shake. “I’m Isabella Crawford. A Famous artist of Dexluxe Art. I’m a worldwide sensation, so I don't need your money.” She doesn't take my hand. Instead, she typed something on her phone and only released a sigh of relief when she realized it. “I’m sorry. We have just been having reporters on our tails. It’s too much for her.” Her tensed shoulders had relaxed now. She stroked her hair.