Isabella Crow Novels & Stories

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

🖤♣️The Collapse🖤♣️ ‎“Isabella, put away your Barbie dolls and come to the dinner table.” ‎Her mother’s voice floated through the wide halls of the mansion—warm, steady, familiar. ‎Seven-year-old Isabella Marisol Reyes sat cross-legged on the polished marble floor, her dolls arranged in careful, deliberate rows. Not scattered. Never scattered. Even at her age, there was order in everything she did. ‎She tilted her head slightly, studying them.

She peeped through the door to see if he was really Alexander, but she couldn't see anything. Just then a hand grabbed her face from behind, and—and she didn't know how she got to this place. Was she kidnapped again? "Hello-oo, is there anyone here?" shouted Isabella as she stood from the ground. At least she wasn't tied to things. She could walk and examine her surroundings. She made her way up to the cresset and grabbed that on the wall. Holding it in front of her eyes, she tried to understand what kind of situation she was in or if was there any way to get out of it.

Isabella had no idea that there were cameras all over the room and each time she was inside, Lucas was in the control room watching her. Isabella, thinking she had finally won, let out a small gasp. She clapped her hands together, almost in disbelief. “Wow…” she whispered. “Finally. All his wealth would be mine.” I could feel my pulse in my ears. She reached out and tapped my body like I was nothing more than an object. “You did well, Victor,” she murmured. “Goodbye, my love.” She stood up, smoothed her dress, and then... She screamed. “NOOO! CALL THE DOCTOR! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD!”

That didn’t sound good at all and soon too? “What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!” “Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest number of children in the world, one hundred and twenty-two.” That put Angela in relief but that meant someone else was going to die.

Otherwise, by the time Isabella married Dominic, with so many assassins in the Abyss Group, she wouldn’t be able to break in alone. Thinking of her friends who had fought and died together, Aurora remembered Isabella’s words about uprooting her loyal forces in the Abyss Group. She had grown up with Dominic Ashcroft, watching him strengthen the Abyss Group step by step, becoming his right-hand woman, and even cultivating her own loyal followers. Those people were like her family. She had to secure her footing quickly to protect the others. Isabella was right about one thing: she was just a knife in Dominic Ashcroft’s hand, and they, the assassins, could be sacrificed as pawns at any time.

“You are not going to tell Ares about what I have said to you, Zenaida. I promise you won't like me when you mess up with me. Don't you dare try to ruin my name with Ares. I am an Alpha's daughter, a warrior who helped Ares save his allies.” I can't believe that I would hear all these words from Isabella. She was threatening me to keep my mouth shut, which is unbelievable. Isabella really thinks I will back off with her. She has no idea that I will fight back. I don't even care about who she was and where she came from. Her presence won't scare the hell out of me. “A woman like you will not scare me. You're even good at making up stories. I will not let you get into my way, Isabella. If you

Jake had three phone and three systems due to his work nature, whilst Bran and Cynthia owned the remaining two Isabella glanced at them as she proceeded to the table, staring at their faces carefully, she picked up her laptop as she dropped her revolver on the table, she moved the system over all the devices for over a minute to know which one was sending signals, she had to find the device quickly to know where the signals had reached. She stepped back as she gave an evil grin. In an instant she snapped out her claws, revealing her wolf nature coming alive but she composed herself from transforming fully “Where are the fuck are the rest, these are not all” she growled at them, her eyeball t

the lady called out, stopping him in his tracks. “Your highness” Isaiah fell in a deep curtesy. “You look troubled, is it one of those nightmares again?” She asked, watching his face keenly. “Yes, but this time it was different” Isaiah responded, throwing his face away as pain flash through his eyes. “Walk with me Isaiah” The lady said as they strolled around the huge courtyard. “What did you see this time?” She asked. “Isabella was being murdered almost the same way as my family. I fear they are closer than we think and she hasn’t gotten stronger enough to deafest Xavier and his army” Isaiah said in a sad note.

As if on cue, Isabella shot up, a wicked-looking dagger glinting with black light in her hand. "Fine! I'm done pretending!" her voice twisted into a horrifying rasp. "I don't just want a relic, you fool! I want your lineage! Your Alpha bloodline!" "Isabella, you're unhinged!" Damon stepped in front of me protectively. "Maybe," she hissed, and lunged, the dagger aimed straight for his heart.