Isabella From Dear Dumb Diary Novels & Stories

Isabella snapped at the slender girl making her flinch in fear. I just stood watching the drama with a smug smile on my face. Isabella hadn't changed a bit. Right from her school days, she was a spitfire. She never tolerated any form of disrespect. “Adrian is my man. Get that into your thick dumb skull,” Isabella said to the slender girl who looked dumbfounded. My heart fluttered hearing her say that even though I knew it was all an act. “Get that?” I rhetorically asked the slender girl before I held Isabella’s hands and led her to my car.

Lately, the fear that she could no longer remember how her smile looked made her shed silent tears at night while Alaric’s strong arms wrapped around her. She couldn't even remember his smile, either. And soon, she might forget what he looked like. Talk more her own child. She might never see her grow and have her first walk. “I saw the diary!” She informed. Isabella sucked in air through her teeth as she squeezed her eyes shut briefly. How? When? Where? “Those don’t sound like words of a happy woman.” Hazel continued. “They—were from a long time. We are better now.” Hazel squeezed her hand gently. “No one ever truly changes, Ruby. No one.”

She announced with joy. The second Isla learnt that she would be travelling on a plane to some fun city with her mother, she forgot all about her father and basked in that good news, “Yeah!” she showed her elbows while jumping happily. Isabella called Richard to thank him for the healing trip he organized for her in such a short time plus the expenses he made, but he didn’t want to hear any of that. “I just need you to come back with a strong and resilient mind,” he said to her.

I snickered. “No wonder you’re doing bad in your classes,” Isabella joked and stuck out her tongue. “Oh, that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” I scoffed jokingly. “I’m just teasing. You know I think you’re smart,” Isabella stated. “Just not as smart as me.” She grinned widely. Fuck. I missed that smile. “I’d like to comment back about that to defend myself, but you are honestly smarter than me,” I said, smiling. “How are you feeling now?”

So I decided to cheer her up , Mind if u wanna play some games , she gave me a no , so I decided to brighten the day then I asked her to tell me more her why do u wanna know she asked Why shouldn't I know about my Friend Isabella POV I was shocked when he asked me to him more about myself .Am Isabella as you know ,I have a young sister Risa ,My mum has a resurant while My dad is a Banker. i replied" what about you? I asked him but was kinda scared I had to ask him" Rey Pov I have to answer her questions too I'm Rey,I also a younger bro who lives in Korea ,My Dad

That evening, she picked up Lily from Rosa's and told her all about the presentation. "Did they clap?" Lily asked. "They did. A lot." "I knew they would. 'Cause you're the smartest mama." Isabella pulled her daughter close, breathing in the scent of her shampoo mixed with whatever she'd eaten for snack. "You know what? You're the smartest daughter." "We're both really smart!" "Yes, we are." That night, writing in her journal, Isabella reflected on how far they'd come.

She then redirected her attention to Max, launching into the first of the last six questions. "As you may have noticed, Isabella is a free spirit. Given her personality, the only thing she might be willing to sacrifice for this relationship is casual sex, now that she has you. That being said, Max Blackwell, are you the jealous type?" I was genuinely interested in Max's response, finding Caleb's question unexpectedly thought-provoking despite its length. I didn't waste any time in looking at Max when he began to answer.

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

“Not even Isabella.” I froze, but not enough for anyone to notice. Who the hell was Isabella? “Speaking of Isabella, where is she?” Dianne asked in a tone that clearly stated she wasn't a fan of the said Isabella. “Zie? Care to tell me who this Isabella they're talking about is?” I asked through the mindlink. “Someone Dianne despises,” she responded, as if that wasn't obvious already. “Anything else?” “She's Keira’s friend. Only friend if you excuse Evelyn and–”

He should've been a cheerleader I swear. Both Jackson and Michael gasp loudly. Moving so that I'm sitting on the couch in front of me instead of standing behind it, I can see both boys staring at Isabella in awe. There are one or two CDs on the floor that Isabella picks up before moving to the one seater to her right. "Wait you're Sphinx?" "Like secret, anonymous hacker dude Sphinx?" "Have you ever done work for Russians?" "Can you see my search history?" "But you're a girl."