Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

her mother asked, concern softening her voice. Isla forced another smile. “I’m fine, Mama. I’ll be on my way. Love you.” She blew her mother a quick kiss and started the engine. “Love you too, my love. Drive safely,” Diana answered. She waved and watched her daughter drive away. When Isla pulled into their private garage at home, she climbed out and paused to look around. Luxury cars lined the space—SUVs, sports cars, large vans. Four of those cars were gifts from Gabriel. The white Mercedes-Maybach S-Class she had just driven sat near the back.There was also a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, a black Range Rover Autobiography, and a yellow Lamborghini Urus.

-Christine stood up with a movement that almost made her dizzy. - WHAT? -she let out a scream. -Now, ¿Six? -insisted Isabella on the measure. -Yes, six," he said now in a tone of surprise. -Six, six, six, my God," she put a hand to her breast. - Have you already chosen him? Show him the most expensive ring you have! The most expensive one with lots of diamonds! -Then the call was cut off. - Isabella? Isabella? -She looked at her cell phone, and the call had ended.

(Guys, from here inwards, Isabella will be called Bella. Enjoy!) Years ago Isabella Grey was 6 years old when her mother died. It was barely three months after her mother's death that her father brought home another wife. They even had a daughter who is a year older than Isabella. Her new mother was none other than her mother's best friend aunt May.

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.

"Tell me the truth, Isabella. Right now. What were you planning? What did you ask Catarina to get for you?" Isabella's eyes widened. "How did you..." "I have her under surveillance. Have had since you arrived in the city. Because unlike you, I actually care about our partnership. I care about making sure we're not walking into traps." Enzo crossed his arms. "So I'll ask again. What did you instruct her to acquire?" Isabella was quiet for a long moment. Then, quietly: "A compound. A pharmaceutical." "What kind?" "The kind that..." She stopped, met his eyes. "The kind that creates a physical need that can only be satisfied through sexual release."

SIXTY-NINE Isabelle stepped out in a spicy pepper red satin gown, clinging to her like a second skin. The neckline dipped, shoulders bare, with a slit that ran up her thigh that whispered everything dangerous. Alessandro looked up from his phone and stilled. His jaw twitched. “Isabelle,” he muttered faintly, like her name had burned his tongue. She didn't know why but the way he called her name did something to her. “How is it?”

Isabella led an army of the most lethal assassins money can hire, and they are all females. Turns out Alberto had gotten on Isabella's bad side, and he has been on the run from her, for a while. "Mmm... you're looking more handsome than the last time we met." She said, closing in for a hug. Compared to Emilia, Isabella appears to be way smaller in size, but still manages to hug so tightly. She sure has a lot of energy. "How have you been, sugar?" She asked, finally pulling away to cup my cheeks and look up into my eyes.

“Three. Four. Maybe. Five. Whatever. Needed. To. Get. Job. Done.” “What. Job?” Isabella smiled. Dark. Twisted. Evil. “You’ll. Know. Soon. Also. Need. Car. Van. Probably. Something. Big. Enough. For. Transport.” “Transport. Of. What?” “Person.” Isabella said. Casual. Terrifying. “Or. Maybe. Two. Depends. On. How. Things. Go.” Spy. Silent. Understanding. This. Crossed. Line. Into. Different. Territory. Dangerous. Territory.