Isabella Adalah Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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

“That’s enough for me.” “Now tell me about Isabella,” I ordered. “She’s highly trained. A field agent the Russians trust deeply. She’s one of their most valued assets. Her face was surgically altered to look like Isabella’s, and she was trained to behave exactly like her. Every habit, every memory.” “Who gave the Russians information about Isabella?” I asked sharply. “A… an insider,” she answered, hesitating. “Who?” I moved closer until she had to tilt her head back to look at me.

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.

She always remains professional even though I know she has a massive soft sport for me. "Do you need me to run through the figures again, Sebastian." I look across to my CFO. Isabella is a stunning looking woman, high cheekbones, blonde straight hair, hazel eyes and you can tell she works out. A lot. I respect her for her mind, the way she handles my business and even though she has a high ranking role in my business, she mixes well with everyone and never shuts herself away in her office. Isabella runs our family days and organizes trips and events for our employees. The employees love her.

she said with a small blush coating her cheeks. I smiled warmly at her, hoping that she couldn't see the confusion forming on my face. If I wasn't mistaken, I thought my mother lived here. It's possible Sarah could've meant something else, but it still felt strange nonetheless. "Hi, I'm Isabella." "Isabella? My, my, my that's a beautiful name. Isabella is a Latin variation of Arabella, you know?" She quizzed before turning around and finishing up the dirty dishes. I walked over to her and began to help by taking the clean dishes and drying them with a towel.

He took prophecies seriously and this shook his bones to the core. "What could the prophecy be?" He asked, pacing round the throne room. I shrugged, my brain working in overtime. Isabella the witch felt insulted when she last came, unhappy that I had invited her all the way for a rogue princess. I still had to make it up to her, so I wasn't sure if she would be willing to help once more. "Let's call Isabella. " I finally decided, instructing Connor. Immediately he called her, a black mist appeared in the throne room, Isabella materialising in our presence. Isabella was a young witch with raven black hair and a slender build. She was beautiful, like many witches, but with a horrid temper.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

ISABELLA Sarah just stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. "Who are you,” she says slowly, “and what have you done with Isabella?” I roll my eyes. “Oh, relax.” “No, I’m serious,” she presses, stepping closer. “You? Ask Tina for help? The same Tina you just said you don’t trust?” I sigh, shifting my weight. “I said I don’t trust her completely. Not that she’s useless.” “That’s new.”

Isabella hugs two of the men and runs to the car. "What were you doing?" I whisper. I'm honestly very curious, Isabella is truly am enigma. She's quiet and nervous one minute then the next she's confident and standing up for what she believes in and now here she is; standing with drug dealers and selling weapons. She can't possibly have a split personality...right? "Just met up with some old... Friends? Yeah that's up is what. Wait, I mean... Nevermind." There she goes again, acting all shy and concussed.

Isabella stood outside in the garden, confused out of her mind. "What just happened? I was standing near that lake. How did I get here?" She thought outloud. A maid who was just coming inside the house, saw Isabella and misunderstood her as Arabella. "Miss Arabella? You came back from the run? Come on inside. Your mother and grandmother are waiting for you" the Maid ushered a confused Isabella inside the house. Isabella followed the maid with a confused frown on her face. Elvina is Arabella's mother and Doris is her mother's mother, her grandmother.