Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

And standing at the center of the cameras, draped in a white wool coat that looked like a coronation robe, was Isabella. She didn't run to Julian. She didn't check for injuries. She walked straight toward me, her eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "Elara Vance," Isabella said, her voice loud enough for the reporters to catch. "I suppose we should thank you for... 'assisting' our Alpha during this unfortunate terrorist attack. Though it’s curious how trouble seems to follow you like a stray dog." She stepped closer, her scent of jasmine spiked with a sharp, aggressive note of challenge. She leaned in, her nose twitching.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

He roared, and Isabella screamed "Papa no!" Then a voice to the right of her mate spoke up. Camille's voice carried across the pack as they sat, stunned silent in shock, "I Camille Menendez challenge Isabella Romano for the title of Luna!" And Isabella's world crumbled as chaos erupted.

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

Isabella patted Masha’s shoulder and smiled, “Go practice the basics. Ignore the barking dogs; don’t let it bother you.” Masha smiled back, “Yes. Isabella, I hope to learn more from you about acting in the future. Don’t mind if I become a bother.” Isabella raised her eyebrows and beamed, “Sure, let’s learn together from now on.” After a day of intense training, Isabella was exhausted and ready to head home. As she left Knight Group, she reached a crossroad and saw a large crowd of people surrounding her. One of the leaders in the crowd spoke up, “She’s Isabella Rivera. She’s the one who schemed to steal the spotlight from Cynthia.”

Gabriel and Jack stood near me within minutes, Jack eyed me with suspicion and Gabriel stood in front of me as if he was trying to block my view. I heard the clocking of heels as Isabella made her way over to me, she’s wearing a long spaghetti strap midnight blue dress with little sparkles all over I’m the fabric, her hair was curled up in a bun and little strands dropped to the side of her face, a pair of earrings and a simple necklace had her looking absolutely mesmerizing. “Are you ok?” “I’m fine now that you're here.” I pulled her to my lap and placed my head between her neck as my hands held her waist tightly. Jack and Gabriel were about to riot when a voice called out to me.

Not on his watch. They dropped Shante off with a quick goodbye and went back to the house. Isabella moved through the bedroom like a ghost, packing a small suitcase for their stay at the Sterling mansion. She chose a simple black dress—sleek, elegant, and fitting her perfectly. It was modest, yet it couldn't hide the soft, proud swell of her bump. She did her makeup with a light hand, wanting to look like herself, not the "doll" Mama G had tried to create. The Last Supper at the Mansion

She said when her sixth sense picked up the curiosity in Isabella. " Oh really? welcome. I'm Isabella, Hayden's wife " " Everyone in doubt world knows who you are, the heiress of MT site " The woman smile at Isabella and she returns the smile then she look around in search of Hayden. Her eyes caught Hella from behind her mother, smiling in delight Isabella signals the girl to come forward. " I'm Hella " The girl says softly. Isabella didn't have the grace to reply her because Hayden voice was heard at that moment.

================ Isabella “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” I cry, my hands now gripping at the steering wheel of my car, my little red sports car racing towards the outskirts of town as I hastily head for home, the need to grab my stuff and run now kicking in the minute I see my tiny little house come into view.

“There.” Jemina collected it and asked Isabelle for her password. “Don't call them,” Isabelle said after she had drunk from the glass. “I only have a headache. It's nothing much.” “Only a headache?” Joel was vexed by her hard-headedness. “You're hot enough to boil an egg and you're saying you're fine. Jemina, call her parents.” “I need the password first.” Although Isabelle didn't see the need, she unlocked her phone for Jemina.