Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

“Oh, I’m fine.” Isabella was thirteen now, stunning with her long black hair and piercing green eyes—a striking mix of her parents. "Mama, Grandpa got me this dress—do you like it?" Isabella twirled, showing off the fabric. Bella smiled. "You’re gorgeous, kid. And yeah, the dress is perfect." Han and Rosa stepped into the room, and Isabella sprinted toward him. "Oh, I see how it is," Bella teased, crossing her arms. "Got yourself another princess, huh?"

Maria’s face turns stern. I look at our new maid. Isabella, an omega who was appointed a few weeks back, right before the meeting. As per the records and her scent, she’s an omega of the Moonlight Pack. But behind those records lies the truth—Isabella is a trained member of the Iron Claw military camp, sent by Elijah to us. She’ll be working in the mansion as a full-time maid and be the hidden bridge that connects the Iron Claw Pack with my pack. Through her mind-link powers, I’ll be able to communicate with Elijah and set our future meetings.

Julián was in the shower, but Isabella knew she couldn’t let her guard down. She had made a secret call minutes earlier, contacting one of her benefactors, a man of unlimited resources and dubious morals who was always willing to help her… for a price. “Damn Julián,” she muttered as she zipped up her suitcase. Her smile was cold as she crept down the stairs, making sure not to make a sound. Outside, a black car waited, gleaming and ready to take her far away from trouble. Isabella got into the car and turned the key. The engine purred softly, an exhaust melody that filled her chest with relief.

To a sound solely, by him. At 06:06 a.m. the restaurants lights flash briefly (nearly tender). At that moment all the screens, throughout the area illuminate simultaneously. Cellphones. Notebooks. The old television mounted over the bar that Javier won’t swap out. Even the shattered tablet Marco assumed was broken. The same image on every screen. Isla. Six years old. Crown of subway tokens. Red dress. Eyes gold. Sitting on the throne. However on this occasion she isn’t, by herself.

His new personal assistant: Isabella Kane. She had started two weeks ago, and from the very first day, Skyler had been ruined. Isabella was 24, with long wavy black hair that fell like liquid silk down her back, sharp emerald-green eyes that sparkled with quiet intelligence, and an effortless sensuality that made the air feel thicker whenever she entered a room. But it was her feet that had completely destroyed him.

“You’re going to regret coming here, Isabella. You and your allies.” Isabella tilted her head, her smile taunting. “We’ll see about that.” A flash of movement caught Sasha’s eye, and before she could react, Isabella pulled a small device from her pocket, her thumb hovering over a button. “One press, Dominic, and the entire warehouse goes up in flames. Think carefully about your next move,” Isabella purred, her eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. Sasha’s heart pounded, fear gripping her as she felt Dominic’s hand tighten protectively around her waist. She looked up at him, her own determination mirroring his, and whispered, “We can’t let her win.”

She then redirected her attention to Max, launching into the first of the last six questions. "As you may have noticed, Isabella is a free spirit. Given her personality, the only thing she might be willing to sacrifice for this relationship is casual sex, now that she has you. That being said, Max Blackwell, are you the jealous type?" I was genuinely interested in Max's response, finding Caleb's question unexpectedly thought-provoking despite its length. I didn't waste any time in looking at Max when he began to answer.

her father objected in his strict voice because of course he was worried about her daughter. "No dad everyone is so good to me. Violee and Iris are like my elder sisters, Ice and Tyler are like my two big brothers and I have two best friends Neel and Camilla too. They all takes so much care of me." Isabella said with so much respect and admiration in her eyes, that her parents couldn't stop themselves from believing her. "But Isabella are you sure you want to do this? Are you happy with your life?" he asked Isabella and for a moment she turned silent but then she spoke.

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.