Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

"Now, about Isabella. She's currently at the old Ferraro warehouse on the south docks. The one you thought was abandoned." "I burned that warehouse down three years ago." "The building burned. The basement levels didn't. Very useful for storing things you don't want found." Viktor's tone suggested he knew this from experience. "She has six men with her, including your three missing guards. And she's planning to strike tonight." My heart slammed against my ribs. "Tonight? How?" "She has someone else inside your mansion. Someone close to you. Someone who's been feeding her information for weeks." "Who?"

“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.

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.”

Isabella "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of our very own Isabella Vega and Max Blackwell," Father Raffaele begins as soon as the choir finishes off the song. Words can't describe how I felt when I first heard it playing behind the closed doors. Max has really outdone himself this time.

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.

She would not allow herself to falter now. Grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair, Isabella strode to the window, looking down at the bustling city below. It was a familiar view, one she had grown accustomed to since taking the reins at Orion Tech. The city was hers to conquer now, but the path ahead wasn’t going to be easy. She could feel Ryan’s shadow hanging over her every step, a constant reminder of what she had lost—and what she intended to take back.