Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

Everything. But. Destroying. Photo. Wasn’t. Enough. Never. Enough. Needed. More. Needed. Real. Thing. She picked. Up. Burner. Phone. From. Floor. Screen. Cracked. But. Working. Still. Alive. Like. Her. Rage. Dialing. Different. Number. Spy’s. Personal. Line. “Yes?” He answered. Fast. Professional. “Get. Ready.” Isabella said. Voice. Changed. Calm. Now. Calculated. Focused. Deadly.

In front of the dressing table after making up her hair, Isabella hurriedly went downstairs, should be for the arrival of that person today to start making preparations, and I just looked at her with confusion. It was all fake, not real. At first, Isabella went to the kitchen, then she went from the kitchen to the living room in a hurry, but with a cleaver in her hand, and when she arrived in the living room, Isabella put the chopper on the sofa and went back to the second floor, this time to her parents' room on the second floor, and I followed behind her all the way. As soon as Isabella entered the room, she stopped in front of a chest of drawers. And I waited for her at the door, and when

"And amazing." "It is amazing. It's not huge though. As Islands go it's pretty small. It's built around two peaks with the main house on the western side and the guest accommodation on the eastern side. The southern side is a wide bay and the northern side is mostly cliffs, but it's gorgeous, and the view of the sunsets from the main house are incredible." "How many people are on it?" "Between serving staff, kitchen staff, maintenance and cleaners, as well as the Doc, the Dentist, trainers, security...."

isabella thought. "I need to do something fast before i lose myself" Isabella Mumbled She pick her phone, slide the latest Android she's using (Isabella is a sophisticated woman,she loved using latest model things ) She Dial a contact on her phone Drrr""""""Drr"""""""" The phone rings and the receiver pick the call "Let meet at the usual place,i have a Better proposal for for you" "Alright" the receiver said She Change the top she is putting on to something else

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“Thank you. Now let’s try again.” Isabella snapped a flurry of photos, moving around to get the best angles while June stood stiffly, occasionally managing a half-smile. Once Isabella was satisfied, she plopped onto the couch and started scrolling through the pictures. “This one,” she declared, showing June her screen. “And maybe this one. Ooh, this too!” June’s eyes widened. “Three? Are you kidding me?” “Fine,” Isabella said, sighing with mock exasperation. “We’ll narrow it down to two.”

She always remains professional even though I know she has a massive soft sport for me. "Do you need me to run through the figures again, Sebastian." I look across to my CFO. Isabella is a stunning looking woman, high cheekbones, blonde straight hair, hazel eyes and you can tell she works out. A lot. I respect her for her mind, the way she handles my business and even though she has a high ranking role in my business, she mixes well with everyone and never shuts herself away in her office. Isabella runs our family days and organizes trips and events for our employees. The employees love her.

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

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.

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.