Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

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.”

“She tore my arm off!” “Your arm is still attached,” I said. “It’s ruined!” Tears instantly flooded the lower rims of his blue eyes. “I need a doctor! And ice! And surgery!” Issa, meanwhile, took two steps back laughing under her breath. Then she ran. “Max is cryyying, Max is cryyying, wah wah wah, baby king is crying—” She darted behind the island, singing in a bright little voice that was cheerful and deeply annoying. “Isabella Maria Gómez.” I deliberately switched on full Latina mode. “Get back here before I personally donate every glitter clip you own.”

"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

“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.

Isabella went into her room and quickly called Hamzat, "hey, I need you to help me take charge for the rest of the week. Angelo and I are getting married on the thirteenth and we need to travel to Panama so we can let my parents know about it. I will send you an official invitation tomorrow and if it's convenient for you, I'll be happy to see you there." "I wouldn't miss it for the world," Hamzat replied. After getting off the phone with Isabella, Hamzat smiled, "this is happening sooner than I expected which turns out to be in my favor. My dear doctor Elle, let's see if you will get married to Angelo, come thirteenth." After speaking to Hamzat, Isabella called Mirabella's class teacher and

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.