Isabella From Dear Dumb Diary Novels & Stories

“Can you blame me? Halfway through dinner, Isabella was actually enjoying herself. Seth had some rather preposterous childhood stories; the sort of cringe-worthy reminiscences that could have you chocking on your soda. Diana put down her fork and gave Isabella a curious look. "This might sound weird," she said with a slight smile, "but you seem really familiar to me." Isabella's hand froze mid-bite. "Oh?" she managed, trying to sound casual. "Yeah," Diana said, squinting slightly. "I can't quite place it, but I know I've seen you somewhere."

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

It was hard to know which version of her I would be getting at any given moment. Sometimes I could be met by the psycho Isabella who would stomp her feet on the ground and scream my name at the top of her lungs, or the stubborn Isabella who didn't listen to reason and needed every trick from the book to cooperate, then there was the sweet Isabella I met last night, who wanted to tell me a secret before she passed out. I liked that version of her better until I met the clingy Isabella, who refused to go anywhere without me. I chuckled at the image of her.

She smiled, awe-struck, and I chuckled, taking her card to sign. “What’s your name, darling?” She stared at me, mouth and eyes wide open, probably too excited to talk. An older lady nudged her, and the little cutie squealed out excitedly. “I’m Isabella! I’m a big fan of yours! I love you so much, Mrs. Bella. I watch you on shows every day!” she kept talking, and I chuckled again. “I love you for loving me too, Isabell.” I signed her card and placed a peck on her forehead. I noticed her face heat up, and a shy smile slipped onto her lips.

Anna said watching the moppy figure approach her. "Anna..." Isabella sobbed, wrapping her arms around the brunette who stared at her blankly. "I am so stupid, Anna." Anna's countenance softened understandably. She embraced her friend in return and led her into the house. "It's okay, babe. Come on, cry it all out." She urged. It wasn't the first time Isabella would come over to her place crying over a failed relationship. Heck, she could almost say she had gotten used to it. "He...he said I'm old... And ugly! Am I ugly, Anna? Am I that bad? I'm just 29, I'm not freaking Methuselah... Right?" Isabella asked between hiccups.

"You followed me here?" Issabella was Damian's ex-girlfriend before he met Glara. They were forced to end their relationship because Isabella had to follow her parents to move across the country. Damian was stunned by Issabella's body shape, which was much more attractive than Martha's. Because he consumed too much alcohol, Damian started to lose his mind. He scraped the distance between his lips and Issa, and soon Issa felt a chewy object pressing against his lips. Because the atmosphere was getting hotter, Damian picked up Issa and took her to one of the rooms along the hallway.

Danny replied, and Bethany nodded. "Okay, then good night, see you tomorrow," Isabella said. Her friends also wished her. As Danny was about to hang up when Isabella shouted again, "Wait, wait. I need help." "Speak up," Bethany said. "I.. I.." Isabella fumbled to complete a sentence. "Are you on period? Why are you hesitating?" Danny commented. "I want a boyfriend," Bella said and closed her eyes. "What? Are you real?" Danny was stunned. She can't believe what she has just heard. "You are messing up with us." Bethany narrowed her eyes.

“Carla, I need your help. Emergency. Black tie. Gala. And I have absolutely nothing to wear.” Carla, predictably, shrieked with delight. “Isabelle Dubois, going to a gala? This is momentous! Tell me everything. Who’s going? Is Damian Hayes going? You know, the one you always talk about, the ice king who’s secretly a softie?” Isabelle laughed, a genuine, unforced sound. “Yes, Carla, Damian will be there. And no, he’s not a softie, he’s just… complex. And yes, I need a dress that doesn’t make me look like I’m still in a cubicle.”

he added, pulling himself back to reality. “Ohh… that explains a lot,” Isabella said smartly. Suddenly, she looked up with joy. “My mom is here!” “Where?” Mr. Whimper asked, following her eyes. “There,” Isabella pointed. “She’s the one talking to the principal.” “Thank you again, sir,” she said quickly, and ran off toward her mother. Mr. Whimper slowly stood up, his eyes still on her. “My sweet Natalie… my sweet babu,” he whispered with a small smile. “It’s good to see you again.”

Still, the doubt slithered inside her chest like a whispering snake. She turned on her heel and returned to her office. There was only one person she trusted enough to help her dig into this: Naomi. ** Naomi Kim was Isabella’s best friend, former roommate, and a part-time hacker with a moral compass that only bent for the right reasons. She showed up an hour later, all combat boots, purple lipstick, and sass. “I saw your press release. You went full Wonder Woman on them.” Isabella smiled weakly. “Thanks. But I need something else now.”