Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

Isabella leaned close to the glowing screen in the center of the longhouse, her whisper trembling. “Collins, I am never returning to the public rinks for a pack celebration again.” Isabella’s eyes flushed red. “I don't care whose naming ceremony it is.” Collins smelled the anxiety through the frequency. “What disturbed your scent, little sister? Did a larger wolf push you off the ice today?” Isabella pouted, her head shaking until she caught a towering shadow blocking the light from the eastern entryway. It was Ada Lube! Terrified, she dropped the communication device into the rushes.

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

Mateo stood at her other side, his wound healing but his pride frayed at the edges. Cameras clicked like a hailstorm. Reporters surged forward. But Isabella raised one hand, and silence fell. “I am Isabella Herrera Castellano,” she began, her voice smooth and unyielding. “And I speak today not as someone hiding behind men or lineage—but as the rightful heir of both.” She let that settle. “Last night, this estate was attacked. The man responsible is dead. But his ambition lives on—in whispers, in knives hidden beneath courtly smiles. Let this be known: I will not be moved by fear. I will not bow to the threats of those who think a woman cannot rule.”

“Good.” He opened the back door and gestured for me to follow. Inside, the air smelled faintly of leather and frost. Two monitors flickered to life between us, displaying the fragments of data I’d siphoned…..names, account numbers, coded strings that formed the veins of Isabella’s empire. “She’s moved faster than I anticipated,” he said. “These transactions….she’s replicating faces across three continents. Funding through pharmaceutical subsidiaries and humanitarian fronts.” I watched the screen, the scrolling data like static snow. “She’s building the next phase.”

" Maximo's voice sounded hoarse and hoarse. "However, if something bad happened to Isabella, the whole city would burn, because I would burn it down myself, disappear it to the ground, I would do everything for her and make you pay... Don't you see the difference here?" You think you own everything, because you grow up with money, but she, who grew up with nothing, is the owner of the world, of my world! - Máximo said with authority, pointing to his chest. "Isabella is the head of the Sinclair family and the spouse of Maxim Collins, and you are but pawns in our world!" Or they were... The sirens began to sound calling everyone's attention, patrol cars, riot trucks, firefighters, tactical equ

It was Maria. She had abandoned her professional black suit for a simple, high-collared gray dress. She looked smaller than she had in the medical wing, more fragile, but her eyes, the eyes that had watched me from the shadows of the Blackwood kitchen were wide with a frantic, uncharacteristic desperation. "Isabella," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Valencia," I corrected, my tone as cold as the marble floors beneath us. "Isabella is currently rotting in a box of dead roses on the floor of the Rossi foyer. Did you miss the feed, Maria? Or were you too busy filing intelligence reports for your boss?"

Isabella’s enthusiastic voice reverberated through the forest when a girl emerged from the driver’s side of the jeep. “I missed you, Isa,” she ran towards her, and both hugged each other. “I missed you too. How are you, and how is everyone in the pack? It’s been six months, and I seriously missed you all.” Isabella spoke, breaking the hug and again hugging her. They were busy meeting each other, ignoring my presence, so I cleared my throat to gain their attention. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Isabella broke the hug and came to me. She held my shoulders and squeezed them gently.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

I led Sabrina toward where I’d parked my car. Then I heard them. Engines. Multiple vehicles, approaching fast. “Get down!” I shouted, grabbing Sabrina and pulling her behind a concrete barrier. Cars poured into the compound, at least a dozen of them, surrounding the area. Headlights blazed, blinding everyone. The party-goers scattered, running for cover. Guards emerged from the vehicles, heavily armed, forming a perimeter. Then she stepped out of the lead car. Isabella. She wore tactical gear, and in her hands, she carried a rocket launcher. She raised it to her shoulder, aiming at the main residential building where families were sheltering.

It sounded like the island. ​"You’re buying my board," I said. ​"They were for sale," Isabella replied. "I thought you liked efficiency." ​"Where are you?" ​"In the tower. The doors are locked from the outside. My father is... not doing well." ​"I'm coming to get you." ​"No. Not yet. There’s something you need to see. On the Medusa server." ​"Isabella—" ​"Liam. Look at the data. Look at what my mother was actually doing."