Isabella Adalah Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marco curiously asked. "She said, you both know her. Her name is Isabella de Guia." *** ISABELLA was already walking toward them before they could even enter the living room. She overheard one of the staff members attempting to stop her, but she insisted that she knew them. Isabella was dressed in a white summer dress that exposed her back and had a plunging neckline. She smiled at them and took off her glasses. "Elena! Marco!" she exclaimed, happily, and gave them a hug. "I am so glad to see you guys!"

She smiled, awe-struck, and I chuckled, taking her card to sign. “What’s your name, darling?” She stared at me, mouth and eyes wide open, probably too excited to talk. An older lady nudged her, and the little cutie squealed out excitedly. “I’m Isabella! I’m a big fan of yours! I love you so much, Mrs. Bella. I watch you on shows every day!” she kept talking, and I chuckled again. “I love you for loving me too, Isabell.” I signed her card and placed a peck on her forehead. I noticed her face heat up, and a shy smile slipped onto her lips.

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.

“Something like that. Her name is Isabella, and she’s from Brazil. She’s going to live with us for a while and take care of you.” “Is she nice?” Giulia asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. “I think so. Carmen chose her, and she seems very kind. She likes children and will help you learn new things.” Giulia fell silent for a moment, staring at the melting ice cream in her hand. But now she seemed more interested than the first time we talked about Isabella. Now she had questions. “Will she stay with me when you’re at work?” “Yes, princess. But I’ll still be here for you whenever I can. Isabella will be like a friend who helps you and plays with you.”

Isabella threw her head back in a laugh, “Those aren’t my middle names, Zander.” “Well, I guessed. What are they?” I questioned. “Isabella Sophia Carmela Aventini. I’m named after my two Nonnas,” Isabella advised. “I really do have to meet your Nonna,” I expressed. “She has been so wonderful with keeping our secret.” “Nonna is the best,” Isabella stated. “She definitely is,” I agreed. There was a loud commotion and a lot of yelling that resonated from the front entrance. Both Isabella and I turned around at the sound.

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

Isabel was in her younger sister’s bedroom watching her as she played with her doll house. Teresa was Isabel’s world. She adores the young child with every fibre of her being and will do anything to protect her from harm. Isabel isn’t the only one who feels that way about Teresa, so does her parents.

Everything has to be perfect! Isabella is truly a great and competent professional. She made everything go very well in the presentations we have made in different companies. I have never had so much success as I have now that Isabella arrived and helped me with those presentations. You can see very well that she was working for that huge publishing house in France, one of the best in the world with the most professional editors.

That didn’t sound good at all and soon too? “What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!” “Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest number of children in the world, one hundred and twenty-two.” That put Angela in relief but that meant someone else was going to die.

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.