Isabella Frost Novels & Stories

"Sarah used a laser pointer and a pre-recorded feed. Old school. High impact." ​"It worked." ​"It brought you here. To her?" ​I looked toward the closed door at the end of the hall. ​"She's resting," Isabella said. "The 'accident' was real. She’s... she’s not the woman I remember." ​"She’s a Vane. She’s exactly what you should remember." ​Isabella looked at her hands. She wasn't wearing the sapphire. She wasn't wearing anything that sparkled. She looked economical. Bare.

（Isabella‘s pov） “I, Isabella Costa, reject you…” I can’t even finish the sentence to my reflection in the mirror. I’m his fated mate. I’ve given him everything he wanted, including painful IVF treatments so he can have an alpha-born heir, but all he wants is his childhood girlfriend, Layla. Soft black curls cascade over my bare shoulders as I mindlessly brush them out. I look down at the clumps of hair in my brush. A hundred hormone injections ago, I had healthy locks.

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?”

Something like jasmine rotting in the sun. ​Isabella Silver-Vane was standing by the fountain, her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn't wearing her usual "Luna-in-waiting" smile. Her face was a mask of cold, aristocratic fury. As I approached, she stepped into my path, forcing Elias to stop abruptly.

Malakai leaned back against the couch, watching me. “Where did you get this?” I asked, and still, he answered with silence. I shut the folder, pushing it away. “This is too much.” “You wanted revenge,” he reminded me. “That means erasing Isabella Monroe . But not completely.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means Isabella still exists. You still exist. But to the world, you’re Astria Delman.” His blue eyes locked onto mine. “You act like her, you think like her, you become her. No one, absolutely no one—can know who you really are.”

Yet, when she lifted her chin to find my face, her dark eyes were still entirely fierce, flashing with that familiar, unyielding fire that had once commanded rooms full of dangerous men. "Look at you," I whispered, stepping forward to wrap my arms around her with an immense, protective gentleness, mindful of the fragile bones beneath her layers. "I’m tired, child," Isabella murmured against my ear, her voice small but perfectly steady as she returned the embrace, her fingers gripping my coat with surprising strength. "My bones are conducting the winter early this year, I think. But I wanted to be here. I needed to see one more happy thing manifest before my time runs thin."

Isabella said, bowing once more. This role had been her target for months. She had dissected Natalie Frostman’s every move… the assassin betrayed by her own comrades, cunning, fiery, feared in every corner of the underworld. Every gesture, every glance, every flicker of temper, she had memorized. She had come prepared to impress with nothing but a single glance. As Isabella turned to leave, Phil whispered to the assistant director, barely able to contain his awe. “We searched everywhere for an actress… the moment we stopped looking, we found her. I didn’t even consider her for the lead — her track record wasn’t strong enough. And yet… she’s far more compelling in person than any of her photo

If he was still the man she remembered, he would do so in his own good time. He would feel he had to. The air outside was cold, with a dampness that hinted at snow. Isabella shivered as she opened the back of her van and hurried to stow away the implements of her trade. No one came to help her, and by the time the last box was safely in its place her fmgers were numb and her nose felt as if Jack Frost had claimed it as his own. Slamming the van door behind her, she turned on the engine and waited for its warmth to thaw the frozen blocks that had been her feet.

Kason's face, which had always looked so kind, was so strange that Isabella seemed to have never known him before. At this moment, she felt that she had lost the last string of hope, and her heart was completely cold. She thought, "Because I grew up a tough girl, and because I lost Alexander's heart, I am destined to be an outcast?" She suddenly felt cold to her bones as if she were in a thousand-year ice cellar, making her shiver. Just when she felt that she was going to drown, a pair of warm hands grabbed her hands in time and pulled her out of the ice cellar.

Present day The notes wound through the air like a ghost, slipping under my skin before I could stop it. It feels like a slap across my face, my breath caught in my lounge as I fought hard to push thoes memories back. I wasnt that young woman anymore, I'm not his pray, I'm not weak, I'm not hungry for attention. I am Isabella Sterling, and I came for revenge. “You okay?” Derek’s voice was soft, but it felt like a crash in my ears. My eyes catch his and I force a smile.