Isabella Crow Novels & Stories

Devo smirked. I opened the door for Isabella at the truck. She climbed into her seat and sighed. It must have felt like such a long day for her. After I drop Niles and Devo off, I’m going to take her home, run a warm bath for her, and pamper her all night. As soon as we started moving, I explained that Isabella was a mafia princess and had been betrothed to Antonio. “Holy shit,” Devo expressed. “Was that the dude who was at the rally?”

I warned her. She looked towards Thomas's direction and then back at me. Did I do anything wrong?” Her voice sounded so soft that I felt a pang of pain in my heart. “The Alpha King just asked about your identity, are you courting death?” One of my men said, scaring her. They were following my command, but why was I hurt? “No please, My name is Isabella Robert. That's my identity.” I furrowed my brows in a frown, “And who ate your parents?” I questioned.

She was the epitome of elegance, and it was clear that both her looks and demeanor were worthy of a future Alpha like Zarek. I knew my nightmare was about to begin again. Zarek introduced the woman to the pack as his girlfriend, Isabella. As they mingled with the others, they were intimately affectionate with one another, sparing no opportunity to show off their relationship. I silently observed as Isabella told stories of her childhood to the crowd. Isabella was a high-born Alpha daughter from a noble family, gifted with endless wealth and countless opportunities. She didn’t need to say it; anyone could tell just by looking at her.

Alpha Liam looked at her with a shocked eye. ************************************** Abel returned to the palace that morning and heard that Isabella was found in the town square, he used all his power to look for her but couldn't find her. So he had all her pictures plastered all through the town. As he went to town and made an announcement.

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

Marcus signaled for us to stay back as he approached cautiously, his hand resting on the hilt of his concealed weapon. As he drew nearer, the figure stepped into the faint light, revealing a face I had never expected to see—a face that held a twisted mixture of familiarity and malice. It was Isabella, the woman who had tormented us, manipulated us, and left a trail of destruction in her wake. She stood there, a wicked smile playing on her lips, reveling in the chaos she had orchestrated. "You thought you could escape me?" Isabella sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You thought you could outsmart me? Oh, how naïve you are."

Then, she appeared. Isabella Cruz was a vision in blood-red. She was beautiful in a way that felt predatory, her green eyes sharp and cold. She walked toward us with the grace of a panther. “Dante,” she purred, her gaze sliding over me with sickening curiosity. “I heard you’d found a new interest. I didn't realize she was so young.” “Isabella,” Dante replied, his voice dropping an octave. He pulled me closer, his arm winding around my waist. “You remember the rules of my house. Look, but don’t touch.”

The woman holds her cheek in her hands, her eyes surprised. “You have no authority anymore Thalia, and if you do not stop from giving orders to pack members and guards, then I will have to have you removed. I couldn’t care less who you are or what you think! This is OVER! Stop or leave.” Isabella screams. Elijah wraps his arms around her, kissing her temple, while his mother cries with fake tears. She’s demanding him to reject her and cast her out. He rolls his eyes.

Damian roared slamming his hands into the table. Isabella was frightened and stormed out of the room with Mrs Thorn following her. " Are you dating our son now ... He will kill you if you don't leave right now. All those girls in the news who were killed by a mysterious serial killer he killed them and he'll do the same to you " Isabella was beyond shocked she fell limb on the floor.

She slowly turned her head toward the maid. “Did you… see the man who just left?” she asked, her voice uncertain. For a moment, she almost wondered if she had imagined it. But no… that didn’t make sense. The maid blinked. “That was our boss,” she said carefully. “Tavian Crowne.” The name hit Isabella instantly. Her eyes widened again. “Tavian… Crowne?” The maid nodded. Realization settled in slowly. “That… man…” Isabella whispered. Her throat felt dry.