Isabella Bria Lopez Novels & Stories

From Isabella Rossi. 【A PUBLIC APOLOGY TO MS. ELENA MORRISON AND THE RESIDENTS OF THE OREGON COASTAL TOWN】 【I, Isabella Rossi, acted out of personal malice toward Ms. Elena Morrison (formerly Elara Vance). I maliciously collected and distributed her private photos and false rumors. This has caused severe damage to her reputation and life, and has disturbed the peace of your community. I deeply regret my actions and now formally apologize. I promise to take full legal responsibility...】

Others looked outright panicked. Ximena stood at the head of the long table, her chin lifted, her emerald blouse crisp beneath a tailored blazer. She was elegant under pressure. Across from her stood **Isabela Reyes**, cool and unshaken, dressed in muted navy. Her hands rested lightly on the folder in front of her. Camila’s locket shimmered around her neck. “Thank you all for your time,” Isabela began, her voice smooth. “I come before you not as an enemy—but as blood.”

Isabella was lying lazily on the blue bedpace of the Westbridge memorial hospital, her back was up propped up by a pair of thick pillows while right hand, was neatly bound in a plaster cast. And from this position, her lips were pressed into a thin line as she appeared to be seething in quiet annoyance. But this situation was more than annoying, it was a disastrous blow. Not too long lago, she had l received the email from Valencia & Co. Models.

Finally giving in, Isabella agreed to tell Anna all the gist she had managed to scoop up as a bartender in one of Los Angeles' most popular resorts. "That can't be true!" Anna gasped suddenly. Isabella had just told her of Alexa Brine, a popular actress known for her role as a gold digger in movies, confessing that she used to have a third boob growing up. "She got a boob job?" Anna gasped again. "No," Isabella whispered. "She got a reverse boob job. They got rid of the third one." "Eek, that's mortifying." Anna shuddered. "She told you that?"

“ Puaaaaaahhhh ” Isabella spat rinsing her mouth for the third time . She wondered why she threw up in quick successions , her head literally felt heavy . She could not feel her taste buds also . Everything tasted bitter and even her perfume smelt awful . Untying her robe , she slips into a teal green pant trouser and white silk stylish shirt. She tuck in her shirts putting the pants in place . She grabbed her brown six inch block heels and brown bag . She removed her hair bonnet revealing her already styled hair . She already had her make-up done, she only re-applied her favourite red lipstick smacking both lips together to get her perfect look .

She put her hand out to shake the event planner's hand, but instead, she laid eyes on me, completely ignoring Hippolyta. "My, my, my. What a beauty you are. It was a pleasure for my company to put together your ceremony Luna. My name is Isabela and I've been in the business for 45 plus years!" I reached for her hand and she grasped on tightly, shaking vigorously in excitement. For such a small old lady, she has some wits about her. "I must say, your Alpha reached out to me personally and offered assistance with straightening up in the interior of this train wreck – er – no offence. You will appreciate all the changes, I give you my utmost assurance."

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

The woman swallowed the slump in her throat, feeling the cold air floating between them. “Rachel feels better now although the doctor recommended confining her,” Isabel explained. She was contemplating whether to open up a topic since Minah had been giving her a deadpan expression ever since their eyes met. “Uhm, well I'm Isabel, by the way... Are you from Malibay as well?" “I’m from Dumangas, Iloilo,” she replied, the corner of her lips curling up. Isabel stood antsy, at a loss for words. She gazed directly at her eyes.