Isabella Adalah Mga Nobela at Kwento

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

“At the capo’s apartment during the birthday party, I was frightened of you.” My lips curled. “I knew that.” “My father has strict rules about interacting with Catalina’s family or members of the cartel.” “Are you breaking his rules right now?” Isabella smiled. “I am. He sent me to war. I need to identify my allies.” “You found one in me. Liliana too.” I turned toward the door and back. “Do you want to call it a day?” “Nope.” Isabella spun her chair toward the desk, rubbed her temples, and exhaled. “Let’s look at this program.” She forced a smile. “I don’t want you wasting your afternoon. I’m sure you have bad guys to kill.”

“Not even Isabella.” I froze, but not enough for anyone to notice. Who the hell was Isabella? “Speaking of Isabella, where is she?” Dianne asked in a tone that clearly stated she wasn't a fan of the said Isabella. “Zie? Care to tell me who this Isabella they're talking about is?” I asked through the mindlink. “Someone Dianne despises,” she responded, as if that wasn't obvious already. “Anything else?” “She's Keira’s friend. Only friend if you excuse Evelyn and–”

Here, the cypress trees grew thick and the air smelled of damp earth, salt, and secrets. I found a stone bench hidden behind a thick curtain of ivy. I sat down, my knees finally giving way, my head falling into my hands. The "Titan" was gone. I was just Isabella, a woman who had traded her soul for a chance to save a child who hated her very existence.

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.

Unlike the others, Isabella seemed quite comfortable around Gavin, who almost never smiled. "I don't know her name yet!" "Who? Bella?" "Bella?" "You're asking about the woman who was with Gavin, right? Her name is Isabella, you haven't met her yet?" "No, it seems like she's always busy. So, I don't feel comfortable talking to her." "No need to be shy, Isabella is a good girl. She's also young. Maybe one or two years older than you. But her skills can't be underestimated. In a way, she's like Gavin's assistant who often helps out with his work!"

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”

I told her: “Let me mark you, honey. You know you are mine and ONLY MINE. Come for me babe, come for me... I want to hear you scream my name! Only I can make you feel like this! Only with me can you feel what you feel... Come for me, my love! Honestly, everything I say is true. There is nothing behind my words except complete and brutal honesty. I want it to be mine. I want to return home with her by my hand. She's exactly who I've been waiting for. Isabella is a woman who would make a perfect match for a king. She is the chosen one to become the next queen. She is my Luna.

“And do you know who I am? Do not dare come after me, Isabella because you will lose. I am Cinderella Mackenzie, I run this town, I make the rules, and trust me I always win. Ask around about the people that have messed with me if they lived to see another day” she said and with that she stood up and walked away. Isabella, who felt embarrassed, turned and saw the two gossip ladies staring at her. “What are you staring at?” she yelled and they quickly looked away. TBC