Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

Isabella's POV "Where is it?" I whispered hastily under my breath. Hi, my name is Isabella to be precise Isabella Joy Wilds. I live in a medium-sized town called ‘Roseville’ with my parents and older sister. I am a 5'3 feet tall girl, with thick shoulder length, curly, natural ginger-brown hair paired with brown-ish hazel eyes courtesy of my dad. "Where in the world is that stupid shoe?" I shouted as I pulled my hair in frustration.

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

Her sea-green eyes flicker with awareness when she heard something move. Her soft plump pink lips parted as she tried to cover her body with her small hands. She walked back deeper into the water until the water covers her chest. She looked around her warily, as her reddish-brown hair looks much darker in the water. Isabella is 5.8 and has a curvy figure. Medium-sized breasts, not too small or not too large, perfect for her figure. A small waist and nice shapely hips.

In no distance time I got to the gym, Chris got there almost same time, getting out of his car with a grin, I feel like punching him hard, he is clearly trying to mess with me. "Hey bro, are you okay?, I saw you drive like a mad man on our way here" "What was that , you were doing?" I was furious "What was I doing?" "Don't play ignorance with me , listen take that girl off your radar" "What girl? , And by radar what do you mean?" He asked bemused "Isabella!! Look she's just here on temporary basis , I'm trying to keep her away from..., just stay away from her for your own safety"

Sebastian immediately went downstairs. Not waiting long under the dormitory floor, a silhouette appeared within Sebastian's line of sight. Isabella was tall, almost one meter eight, just half a head shorter than Sebastian. That pair of thin and well-proportioned long legs, like a walking model, extra eye-catching. Dressed in a sports outfit, with a sports bandana tied to her forehead. Isabella's looks were drop-dead gorgeous, very much the flavor of an oriental woman. Her facial features are delicate, as if she often sunbathes for the reason that her skin is a very healthy light wheat color.

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.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

I WANT MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND ISABELLA & MARCUS Isabella Voss stepped out of the black SUV into the blazing midday sun of Malibu, the salt air hitting her like a slap. At twenty-one, she was used to luxury—private jets, yacht parties, penthouse views—but today felt different. Today her father had finally snapped. “You’re not going to Ibiza. You’re going to the ranch,” he’d said over the phone two days ago, his voice flat with exhaustion. “Marcus will keep an eye on you. No clubs. No boys. No trouble. End of discussion.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining her smiling at Steven, imagining the life she had built without him. And yet… a part of him knew he couldn’t leave it be. He never could. He stared at the private investigator’s report that had just arrived. He needed to know everything.. zwhat she had done, what she had become, why his life had been nothing for the past six years. He scrolled slowly, letting each line sink in. Isabella Valenti. Formerly Isabella Hart. Left the country six years ago. Relocated to Australia. Built Aeros Finances, partnered with Valenti Holdings and Steven Valenti.