Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

Mr Daniels says. I reply with a lie “Of course I will” I’m never coming back here, sorry. Little Isabella grabs onto my leg for another hug. She’s such a sweet girl, way beyond her years for only being six. She’s so smart and beautiful with eyes just like her dad. Her almost black hair reaches her shoulders and she tucks a strand behind her ear looking up to me. She opens her mouth to speak but starts to cry instead, I kneel down to her level.

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.

"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.

Her eyes locked on Isabella like a wolf spotting a bleeding doe. “Well, well,” Ma Hilda said, stepping fully into the room. “Six years. I was beginning to think you’d vanished for good.” Isabella didn’t even flinch. She simply met her gaze. “Hello, ma’am.” “I see nothing has changed,” Macy said, crossing her arms. “Still clinging to Xavier when he’s vulnerable.” Camille’s nostrils flared. “Back off.” “No,” Isabella said calmly, placing a hand on Camille’s arm. “Let them speak.”

"Yeah, that's her. She's known for being a little possessive and fiercely competitive. Word is, she's been after Cassian for a while now." "Think she's in for a challenge?" Caleb mused, a smirk forming on his lips. "She might have her sights set on Cassian, but she hasn't met Angry Bird yet. If Cassian is possessive about Angry Bird, then trust me, Angry Bird is just as fiercely protective of him. After all, she's Cassian's girl and Alex's sister, so she's surrounded by bloody mafias. If Isabella thinks she can compete with Angry Bird, she's in for a rude awakening. Angry Bird couldn't care less about anyone's nonsense." As Isabella approached, her sleek dress hugged her figure. She smiled a