Isabella Adalah Novels & Stories

"Report back to me by tonight." Across the city, in her Brewery office, Calla stood with Neva and a stunning woman named Isabella. The morning sun streamed through the large windows. Neva had searched for long to find the perfect face for the club, and Isabella was her final choice. "Isabella," Calla began, looking the woman straight in the eyes. "Do you fully understand the job I'm giving you?" Isabella smiled warmly, her confidence clear. "I am the public face of the club. I will greet important guests, give speeches, smile for cameras, and make everyone feel welcome. I will represent Sombra de Agave with grace and charm."

"Isabella, what are you trying to tell me?" Isabella held the steering wheel with one hand and spoke in a calm tone, "Have you always thought that Amelia doesn't like me, Kathy is always against me, and yet I still manage fine? Do you think there's some powerful backer behind me?" Julia didn't respond, but her thoughts were indeed along those lines. If it weren't for a powerful backer, how could Isabella be so arrogant? Isabella smirked and casually said, "I am Betty's daughter, a young lady of the Turne family, Amelia's cousin."

We became best friends, 'sisters' she called us. Isabella is a very talkative person. She love stories and reading is her passion, maybe that is why she is so good at her job. She is a publishing agent with lots of fans. Anything from Sci-Fi to Rom-Com. She is a multi genre girl, she sometimes called herself that. One would think that it made her non-social, but on the contrary. She loves a good gathering and is as much an adrenaline junky as the next sporty and outgoing, adventures person.

Her man informed him Isabella lived with her friend and her friend's daughter then how Ara called Isabella her Mamma. "Hey, why are you calling her Mamma?" With perplexity in his eyes and utter horror in Isabella's, Alex asked Zara. Isabella didn't want Alex to find out about the truth but it's too late to stop Zara. "Because she is my Mamma, you dumbo!" She said, slapping her forehead with her tiny hand and shaking her head like she heard the dumbest question ever. Huh? "She is my mamma Isabella Watson, me her daughter Zara Watson." Zara hugged Isabella's leg pointed to herself while her face beaming broadly.

Isabella "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of our very own Isabella Vega and Max Blackwell," Father Raffaele begins as soon as the choir finishes off the song. Words can't describe how I felt when I first heard it playing behind the closed doors. Max has really outdone himself this time.

Inside, no one could contain it. “She’s alive!” “That’s Isabella!” “I thought she was dead!” “Oh my God!” The judge shouted for order so many times the words lost meaning. Isabella turned toward me first. There was guilt in her expression, but also gratitude, then she faced the room. “My name is Isabella,” she said clearly. “And I disappeared because Ignacio Estaban, and Mayor Eduardo tried to have me silenced.” Silence slammed into the room so hard it rang. “She’s insane!” Ignacio leapt up.

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

ACE Pulling up in my garage with an indifferent feeling,I opened the car door , walking halfway to the house door I heard a gentle giggle , who brought a child into the house? Curious I opened the door . I saw Isabella sitting in front of the game stand with the control pad ,she didn't strike me as one who is into games , but then why would she be laughing playing a duo game alone.

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.