Isabella Frost Novels & Stories

I want someone who looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world, not someone who's willing to wait for me to get over someone else. "Time to get ready for dinner," Isla says, pulling out a sleek black dress. "I want to make a good impression on these Frostfang boys." "Trust me," I say, laying out my own outfit, a deep red dress that hugs every curve I've earned through months of training. "By the time tonight is over, they won't know what hit them."

Liora Thorne gripped the edge of her work desk tightly, her eyes fixed on Isabella de Montfort, who now stood calmly amid the chaos. Isabella was no longer crying; her expression was cold, and her lips were curled into a faint, mocking smile. In her hand, she held a small detonator disguised as a cigarette lighter. “You think you are so clever, don’t you, Liora?” Isabella’s voice cut clearly through the noise of wind seeping through door seals that had weakened under the stress of the rapid turns. “You hack banks, you hack satellites, but you could never hack human nature. The truth is… I have hated you from the very first day you set foot in London.”

But as I reached for Leo’s hand, a shadow fell over the room. The balcony doors didn't open; they disintegrated into black dust. Standing there was the one person I thought was dead. Isabella. But she wasn't the polished Luna I remembered. Her skin was gray, her eyes were pits of violet fire, and she was draped in the tattered silks of the Northern Coven. "The Mother sends her regards," Isabella rasped, her voice a hollow echo. "She says the trinity is ready for the harvest." She didn't lunge for the children. She lunged for me.

She wouldn't care that Isabella was the queen of the underworld and the daughter of the Geranos and Brooks if she dared to do something to her. Daira nodded in response and she got down from the stool to get changed so she could pay Lucas a visit. “Oh Daira,” Isabella stopped her before she could leave. “Yes, Mrs Gerano-Fraser?” Daira replied, her eyebrow lifted up as she wondered why Isabella stopped her. “Please tell your fiance to stop sending things to my husband,” Isabella said to Daira. She was busy referring to the bodies Lucas always sent to Clark after he was done with them.

His heart recognized the voice. “Heard that?” Carlos Fowler’s mocking laughter came on. “Chairman Jay Adams, I have your sweet little assistant secretary. You need to hear her begging me to not touch a hair on your body. Hahahaha! You must have swam in her little honey pot to make her swoon or is it your bloody money she's fallen for?”

Isabella hadn't expected this to happen. Now you may ask: what was Isabella doing that lead to her being in the midst of a cop chase? She had been spying on a drug transaction, as she was supposed to gather intel for the benefit of her client. Killing wasn't her only job, after all. She was ready to accept any job that earned her a great sum of money. Nevertheless, she was merely a spectator. That was until the police were called and she ended up being suspected as one of the drug dealers, thus resulting into the current cop chase she was in.

But one thing was certain: I wouldn’t be resorting to bribery. Leaving the Duchess behind, I set off once again, determined to find Annalise. This time, I wouldn’t let her disappear. A giggle, light and tinkling like wind chimes, sliced through the air. I turned, expecting to see Annalise, but instead, found myself face-to-face with Isabella, the picture of elegance in a shimmering emerald gown. An unsettling premonition prickled my skin. This wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.

"That's what I am to him, isn't it? Just a mere inconvenience, a nuisance to be dismissed at his whim." Shadow let out a soft growl. *That's what it looks like to me. Can you just rest and stop stressing me* "I swear, Shadow, I will not be treated like this. I am Isabella, the daughter of a Deacon. I will not be cast aside like some common...some common maid!" Her voice cracked with rage and hurt. *And he's a dangerous Alpha. He won't think twice before killing you* Shadow warned. Isabella's anger slowly gave way to a cold determination.

But she didn’t have time for this now—not when her mind was so focused on taking down Ryan and everything he had built. “I don’t need closure, Chloe,” Isabella said, her voice quieter than usual. “I need power.” Chloe stared at her, as if waiting for Isabella to say something more, but then she seemed to understand. With a deep sigh, Chloe flopped back down on the couch again, her eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. “Fine, if you’re going to keep playing the ‘ice queen’ act, I’m just going to tell you what I think.”

Maria’s face turns stern. I look at our new maid. Isabella, an omega who was appointed a few weeks back, right before the meeting. As per the records and her scent, she’s an omega of the Moonlight Pack. But behind those records lies the truth—Isabella is a trained member of the Iron Claw military camp, sent by Elijah to us. She’ll be working in the mansion as a full-time maid and be the hidden bridge that connects the Iron Claw Pack with my pack. Through her mind-link powers, I’ll be able to communicate with Elijah and set our future meetings.