Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

A sad expression flashed across her features, as she finally remembered what happened. "By the way, I am Elijah Grayson. The CEO of the known NexaSphere. And... here's your ID, sorry that I need to borrow it for a bit, 'cause it's just really needed a while ago. So... you are Isabella Villanueva?" Elijah asked patiently as he handed back the ID. Isabella nodded, and then take her ID. Elijah then sit on the chair beside her.

“She tore my arm off!” “Your arm is still attached,” I said. “It’s ruined!” Tears instantly flooded the lower rims of his blue eyes. “I need a doctor! And ice! And surgery!” Issa, meanwhile, took two steps back laughing under her breath. Then she ran. “Max is cryyying, Max is cryyying, wah wah wah, baby king is crying—” She darted behind the island, singing in a bright little voice that was cheerful and deeply annoying. “Isabella Maria Gómez.” I deliberately switched on full Latina mode. “Get back here before I personally donate every glitter clip you own.”

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.

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"

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.

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.”

Alpha Landon groans and Carter chuckles. “Who the fucking else?!” Alpha Landon snarls. “How many else is there?!” “Miles Bennett, please step forward.” Izzy trembles. This time, her eyes opens wide with shock and disbelief. This can’t be right! She is definitely in a grim-joke-type of a nightmare. This can’t be happening! “The mates for Isabella Garcia are...” the elder announces. “Alpha Landon Hayes, and his two betas, Beta Carter Grayson, and Beta Miles Bennett!”

Let them see exactly what the Tribunal does to people who dare to fight back. Isabella is hunched over her main terminal when we walk in, her hair sticking up in tufts from running her hands through it, three empty energy drink cans stacked beside her keyboard. The main display glows blue, lines of code scrolling so fast they blur into solid bands of light. She does not look up when we enter, just jerks her chin at the screen.