Isabella Bria Lopez Novels & Stories

I didn’t miss the way his eyes were on me for a moment too long, as if assessing me, as if he knew exactly what was going on inside my head. Isabel stepped forward, and the room seemed to fall silent for a moment. She flashed a smile that was all teeth, her eyes glinting with a knowing look. "I’m Isabel Ortega," she said, her voice was practically dripping with charm. "But most people call me Electra."

Resolutely, she replied, "Lorenzo, I was once foolishly in love with you, but that’s in the past. I don’t feel anything for you now. I’m married to Lewis, and I love my husband." Lorenzo stared at Isabella, tears streaming down his face, his expression a mix of desperation and sadness. "Please, just this once. Let us have sex. After this, I swear you won’t have to see me again. I’ll vanish from your life and our son’s life." Isabella felt a wave of conflict wash over her. She was torn between the weight of his plea and the image of a life free from his presence. The thought of Lorenzo disappearing from her and Ben’s lives was tempting.

Deep-set eyes, almost too expressive for her own good, and skin like toasted caramel. She smiled. "Hola, señorita. Are you Isabella?" I tried not to stare, but Christ... was she real? "Uh... yes. That would be me?" She extended her hand. "My name is Citlali. Citlali Alvarez. Logan told me I should come here and meet with you before the launch. I’m the new model." Her accent rolled over her words like melted butter. I took her hand, warm and soft, and the smile that split my face was immediate and entirely too genuine. I hadn't smiled like that in weeks.

And this one was his favorite kind. The gala was glowing that night. The chandeliers sparkled like ice, laughter floated through the air, and music softened the edges of power. Leo stood near the bar, half-listening to some old official talk about sponsorship deals. His mind was elsewhere — mostly on Maya. That’s when Isabella appeared. “Leo?” Her voice was low, gentle, almost curious. He turned, his polite smile automatic. “Yes?” She extended her hand. “Isabella Rossi. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

There was a sort of piercing sound from the speakers and then the electronic voice went on talking. “Most of you may think you know who Isabella Martinez is. A Nerd,” just then the projected screen started to reveal pictures of Isabella from when she was little and until she changed her dressing sense. She had her braces on, she played soccer, she wore larger clothes. There were giggles round the crowd as an animated picture of Isabella wearing large glasses and heavy braces came on. “Some people think she’s now changed, pretty, hot but guess what? I bet you didn’t know that she’s also a liar and a slut!”

A thin newspaper clipping rested in her hand, the edges soft with age. Liam Callahan — 1984 – 2017 The obituary was short. Cold. It spoke of “a tragic misunderstanding,” of “survived by one infant daughter.” No names. No justice. She wasn’t sure why she kept it. Maybe as a warning. Maybe as punishment. Her phone buzzed beside her elbow. Selena: Isabella resurfaced. Meeting with someone from the Calabrian side. Want the transcript? Ava stared at the message and typed: Yes. Everything.

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.

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.

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.

He roared, and Isabella screamed "Papa no!" Then a voice to the right of her mate spoke up. Camille's voice carried across the pack as they sat, stunned silent in shock, "I Camille Menendez challenge Isabella Romano for the title of Luna!" And Isabella's world crumbled as chaos erupted.