Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

A fair few intakes of breaths can be heard but no one mutters a single word. "He beat the sh*t out of Isabella when she was only 18 months old and her mother uprooted her to Malaga in Spain, she was sheltered in the life that was supposed to be hers but she knew nothing of it. When Andrea found out that Alexei knew of their whereabouts, she moved to Los Angeles. We all lived in Malaga but then I moved here and my mom, dad and sister stayed there while I sent money to them each month. Isabella is a proud woman and if she found out that you knew what I'm about to tell you... I'm as good as dead"

"What are you watching?" I glanced over at her, trying not to stare too obviously at the way her tiny shorts rode up her thighs. Isabella was the spitting image of her mother, with long dark hair, hazel eyes, and curves that could stop traffic. She was only 18, but she had the body of a woman. "Just the game," I said, forcing myself to look back at the TV. "How was your day? Did you have fun with your friends?" Isabella nodded, leaning back against the couch and crossing her long legs. "It was great! We went to the mall and I bought a new bikini. Want to see it?"

Came her voice from far away. “Always.” *** Isabella moved to the house down the street, where she used to live years ago, this summer. Her father took off, and she never really knew her mother. When she went away, I was so sad and angry at her even though everything was out of her control. She needed to be where her father would be. When she walked out of her house, I didn't expect to see her in the outfit she was in. Her denim shorts were so short it showcased her beautiful long legs, and there was nothing other than a crop top on her body. She paired it with ankle boots, which did wonders to the height, and I can't help but notice the light color of the denim contrasted beautifully with h

“It looks like she shifted here and then ran over the border into neutral territory..” I turn to my Beta as he arrives. “I want one of our best fighters and trackers following her, and as soon as they get closer to her, I would like to know.” “Yes Alpha! May I speak freely, sir?” “Of course..” “Why waste our best fighting tracker and resources on chasing and catching Isabella?” “Because she is as good as sold and she is a large part of the alliance with Alpha Santiago."

She turned to Alexander and King Alaric, her gaze filled with determination. "Gabriel," Isabella began, her voice resolute. "He must stay in Adernia, to safeguard our kingdom from within. It is imperative that we keep him away from the frontline for now." Alexander and King Alaric exchanged glances, understanding the weight of Isabella's words. They knew that Gabriel, as the future ruler of Adernia, held a crucial role in maintaining stability and defending their homeland. However, Isabella recognized that his presence at the battlefield could place him in unnecessary danger.

Half an hour later, Isabel returned, asking as soon as she entered, "Babe, what's with that pile of luxury goods at the door?" "That's stuff I'm going to throw." Yvonne mentioned that Wanda had come. Isabel's eyes flashed with anger. "I've got some free time. I'll help you throw them away." Before leaving, Isabel slipped a large wrench into her bag. Soon enough, Isabel arrived at Jared's villa. She circled the garage and spotted the black Maybach. Yvonne had once driven that car, and Isabel recognized the license plate. In the next moment, Isabel took the wrench and swung it hard at the vehicle.

Isabella Isabella sat in the back of Dante's armored SUV as they raced toward what remained of the estate, her mind spinning with Catalina's threat. Three hours until the gala. Three hours until every secret she'd kept, every plan she'd made behind Dante's back, would be exposed in front of hundreds of witnesses. "We need to cancel," she said, breaking the tense silence. "The gala. We need to cancel it, Dante. Catalina's planning something catastrophic. She has recordings of…." She cut herself off, barely catching the confession before it spilled out.

He raised the hammer. Isabella forced herself to her feet. There was nowhere left to run. She stood at the end of the server aisle, her shredded white wedding dress soaked in blood and hydraulic fluid, her dark eyes hardening into absolute, unyielding obsidian. She was a Sterling. She would not die cowering in the dark. Subject Zero charged, closing the distance in three massive, terrifying strides. Isabella dove to the right just as the breaching hammer obliterated the servers where she had stood a microsecond before. She rolled across the jagged debris, her hands desperately searching the wreckage for anything sharp. Her fingers closed around a heavy, jagged shard of shattered server casin

Alexander grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the loading ramp. “Go, go!” They burst through the side gate, out into the streetlights. Tires screeched as Caleb’s car swung around the corner. “Get in!” he yelled. They dove into the backseat just as gunfire shattered a nearby light post. Caleb slammed his foot on the gas, the car fishtailing before tearing down the dock road. “Tell me you got something,” he said. Isabella clutched her jacket. “I got more than something.” ---

* * Days went by fast and Isabella returned back to Washington with her kids. They got down from the Queen's company jet and a maybach was ready to take them to Isabella's mansion. Isabella had chosen to buy a mansion with a spacious garden because of her kids. She knows that one day, she'll be able to live happyily with them. The driver drove Isabella back to her mansion. They got down in the garage, Kendrick's and Kendra's mouth fell open in bewilderment. "Woah. Mom, you have a very huge building here!" Kendrick exclaimed.