Isabella From Dear Dumb Diary Novels & Stories

Mr Daniels says. I reply with a lie “Of course I will” I’m never coming back here, sorry. Little Isabella grabs onto my leg for another hug. She’s such a sweet girl, way beyond her years for only being six. She’s so smart and beautiful with eyes just like her dad. Her almost black hair reaches her shoulders and she tucks a strand behind her ear looking up to me. She opens her mouth to speak but starts to cry instead, I kneel down to her level.

"I will. We haven't lost yet, Damian. Just watch, I will definitely help your company." But in Damian's eyes, even though his lips said YES, BUT, his heart knew... Isabella will never be able to, she has no talent in business. Isabella is only a former top model. Will she be able to help find investors?. Continued...

A little distance from the TV was the figure of Isabella, lounging like a queen on the couch, wearing a pink robe. A bowl of popcorn rested by her side. Isla stopped at the entrance for a second. Something inside her pricked, but she pushed the feeling down, like always. She was too tired for a fight. She started to walk past. But Isabella saw her and, since Damien was yet inside, she didn’t miss her chance to, of course, throw one of her usual subtle jabs at her. She smirked, with eyes still partly on the screen. “Your life’s practically a soap opera now. You should…uhm… thank Damien for giving you season three.”

Her smile remained plastered on her lips, but beneath it, her thoughts churned. Damian was stubborn, yes, but stubbornness had never scared her. She thrived on challenges. And Isabella? The little assistant with her wide eyes and quiet determination? Helena almost laughed at the absurdity. That girl had no idea what kind of fire she had wandered into. She was going to distory her and make her useless.

, Isabella says while cutting two slices of the freshly baked bread I only seem to take notice of now. "You are too kind Bella. I couldn't have asked for a better friend than you.", I say almost throwing up in my mouth as the words leave my lips. She looks up and smiles at me kindly like she always does. That smile that makes one believe that she hasn't caused any harm to any person in her lifetime. The smile that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside once has just taken the form of a sadistic mocking in my mind. That is the smile that catches everyone's eyes and pulls them into the trap that is her, Isabella Costello.

Please! "Doesn't she talks.? How can a dumb person be the playmate of my sister, is that even possible?. " my eyes widened in shock! "I am not dumb.. mummy I don't want to stay here, I don't want to be her play whatever, they are too rude. " tears were laced in my eyes already. "Laura they are not rude, okay, Bella takes her to her new room okay " mum cooed. "A maid should do that, not me… " Isabella muttered, but we all heard it.

His voice cracked on the last word and he grabbed a pillow and held it over his lap. Isabella didn't move. She was standing there frozen in the doorway with one hand still on the door handle and her eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop right out of her skull. Her mouth was opening and closing like she wanted to say something but her brain couldn't figure out what. "Oh my God‚" she said. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD." "Isabella! I said GET OUT!" Isaac yelled again. "Is that— is that Diana?!" Isabella shrieked‚ pointing at me like she had just seen a ghost. "That's Diana! That is literally Diana! Our next door neighbor Diana! Uncle Ryan's daughter Diana!"

Autumn said coolly, "You keep saying 'my husband' over and over, but you'll be divorced in a little over half a month." Isabella replied coldly, "We only have a minor misunderstanding. Even if it goes to court, we won't get divorced. No matter what you're plotting, you're destined to fail." "A minor misunderstanding?" Autumn snorted and laughed with open scorn. Isabella narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint flashing through them. "What are you laughing at?" "I'm laughing at how foolish you are!" Autumn jeered. "You shouldn't be called Isabella. You should call yourself Dumb-abella. Hahaha!"

“You're dressed so simply.” I didn't answer. Grabbing the box on the table, I got to my feet. “I'm Isabella by the way. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” She extended her hand toward me with a smile. “Isabella Bruno. I'm a model and an actress. You've probably seen me on your screen before. It's nice to meet you, Skylar.” I ignored her outstretched hand and headed toward the door. The door burst open, and Damien walked in, with one of his guards behind him. He didn’t spare a glance at me or the small crowd gathered in the living room. He headed straight upstairs and disappeared into Xavier’s room.

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.