Isabella Crow Novels & Stories

“They’re already wondering why I brought you.” The air seemed to thin as heads began to turn. I knew that in their eyes, I was nothing more than Lucas’s discarded mate — a scandal walking on Adrian’s arm. And then I saw her. Isla Crowhurst. Adrian’s half-sister, dressed in black silk that seemed to drink in the light. Her smile was beautiful but wrong — like a knife in the dark. She glided toward us with the calculated grace of a predator.

she asked with a smug smile. "You're a bitch, Valeria. Your stupid brother took my sister away, and now you're here trying to ruin things for me," Isabella gritted her teeth. "I don't understand what I'm trying to ruin for you, Isa," Valeria turned to face her, arms crossed. "I'm the queen here, Valeria. Maybe they didn't tell you, but I don't share my crown," Isabella declared. "In case you don't know, I'm the queen of queens. I can snatch that little crown from you if I want to," Valeria shrugged.

“We’re honored to have you here again.” Some faces I recognized. Most I didn’t. They smiled like I was the returning prince. If they knew the truth, they’d realize I wasn’t sure I wanted this crown at all. We were two turns away from the boardroom when someone stepped directly into our path. “If it isn’t the Golden Boy,” Isabella drawled, her heels clicking like punctuation marks as she approached. She looked flawless—sleek bun, red lipstick, tailored blazer hugging her frame in a way that screamed generational wealth and curated image.

Chapter 91: One amongst many "My daughter... Princess Isabella Archer." The instant the curtains revealed Isabel, Lucian's eyes immediately met her gaze. His entire body tensed as his mouth fell open in shock. Isabel was beautiful... stunning even. Her hair was styled into an intricate halo braid adorned with sparkling gems that caught the light with every subtle movement. A crown, fit for an imperial princess, rested gracefully on her head, accentuating her regal presence.

Isabella ran here and there to save herself from a very pissed wolf, but Shaba didn’t mind ruining the whole suite if she had to but; tonight, she wasn’t going to leave her alive. Shaba attacked her and bit her hand, digging her teeth into her flesh. Isabella cried out in pain when Shaba ripped off one hand from her body. ‘This was the hand with which she touched my treasure.’ Shaba talked with Caroline. ‘End her game instead of playing with her.’ Caroline said in anger. She didn’t like killing anyone, but Isabella had crossed all the boundaries. While Isabella was crying and screaming in pain after losing one hand, Shaba attacked her head next, ripping it from her body. She just didn’t rip

As soon as she had heard the news the day before about the Ballards' Blessed Child, the thought had crossed her mind. That was why she had brought three of the family's retainers and rushed to the Amethyst Cloud Citadel. It was a good thing that she had arrived on time. Otherwise, she and Sebastian might have been separated forever. That was why Isabella had been genuinely furious at Dariel. "As long as you're safe, everything is fine. How did you get to the Holy Grandia?" Isabella stroked Sebastian's forehead like she had when he was a kid while looking tenderly at him.

The jet cut through the early morning mist like a blade. Inside, Isabella sat in a cocoon of silence, her eyes locked on the Alps rising in the distance like ancient gods. The snow-capped peaks gleamed with deceptive tranquility, masking the truth nestled within them: Valentina Cross. A woman feared and revered. A phantom of the cyber world. Once a queen in the intelligence empire, now an enigma cloaked in infamy. Beside Isabella, Alexander stared out the window. He hadn’t spoken since takeoff, but his silence carried weight. A memory. A warning.

“Why isn't Isabella here with us?” I asked him as he started the car. “Isabella can't be harmed by anyone in the palace. She's the crown princess now and under a very close inspection by the elders. Eliza knows if she tries to act rashly with Isabella, her cover will be blown before she can execute her plans.” He explained to me and although I didn't get most of what he was saying, I nodded gently. The car drove out of the company and he drove off at full speed. I was still trying to get my thoughts straight and get all the pieces back together to mak sure I wasn't forgetting anything.

Sighing, I rested my hand on the knob, turning to face Diego who seemed all intent, making his way to her as soon as possible and ready to play his part of the apology. “I didn’t ask either of you to come in now, did I?” Isabella’s dainty voice called. She wasn’t rotting in bed or crying — she stood, fidgeting. Rolls of tissues were scattered across the floor, showing that she’d cried out her muted eyes as long as she could. Although her face looked pale in color and her lips pressed in a thin line. Yet other than that, she'd been dressed in a black full jumpsuit, her hair braided down into a ponytail before rolled into a bun, a gun and a knife in her hands as she twirled it into her fingers

"Then tell a different truth. That you were confused, that proximity during a crisis created false feelings. That upon reflection, you realize she's not suitable for someone of your station." "And if I refuse?" The elders exchanged glances. Casimir cleared his throat. "We brought someone for you to meet." The chamber doors opened, and a woman entered. She was stunning. Her brunette hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and she moved with the confident grace of someone raised in high society. "Arthur, this is Isabella Corvetti, daughter of Alpha Dominic from the Silver Ridge Pack. She's unmarked, well-educated, and comes from one of the strongest bloodlines in North America."