Isabella Frost Novels & Stories

ACE Pulling up in my garage with an indifferent feeling,I opened the car door , walking halfway to the house door I heard a gentle giggle , who brought a child into the house? Curious I opened the door . I saw Isabella sitting in front of the game stand with the control pad ,she didn't strike me as one who is into games , but then why would she be laughing playing a duo game alone.

he said and walked away from her. As Isabella was showering her phone couldn't stop ringing she took a towel and wrapped it around herself and went to see who was calling her. " Hello, Dr White speaking " She said as she answered the call it was a number unknown to her and she wondered who it could be. " Hello there, It's Mr Thorn here. Things seem to be deteriorating this side can you please come to the house at 7 tomorrow " What did he mean deteriorating, how bad could it be she thought to herself.

“He said he’d been searching everywhere. I was deeply moved.” Elena kept her eyes fixed on the corridor ahead. Behind the mask of Elena Lafayette, the real Isabella Moretti stood perfectly upright. Isabella, who had once huddled inside a dark wardrobe biting back sobs so she wouldn’t be found and killed. Isabella, who had lost her entire world in a single bloody night.

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”

I watched in horror as Alex turned them on their backs one by one and laid them beside each other respectfully. God knew how he got the strength to do this from. His hands trembled as he turned the body of a lady in a yellow sweater and blue jeans. Those clothes seemed familiar. I didn’t want to know who it was… “Susie!!” I screamed as I kneeled to the ground in front of her… “No… No… No… Why did it have to be Susie? What did she do to deserve this?” Alex didn’t show any reaction. He just turned the body that was lying next to Susie. My heart stopped beating and turned numb… This was Elsa…

It was forged anew in blood, fire, and unbreakable obsession. I stood on the master balcony overlooking the ocean, the cool evening breeze tugging at the silk robe I wore. Below, lights from the city twinkled like distant stars, while closer, our guards patrolled the cliffs with disciplined precision. The hidden heir was truly dead. In her place stood Isabella Voss, co-ruler, strategist, and queen of the shadows. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Damien’s bare chest pressed against my back, warm and solid. His lips found the curve of my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin in that way that never failed to send heat pooling low in my belly.

My phone buzzes one final time, and when I look down, the last message from the unknown number sends ice through every vein in my body. Unknown:Ask Isabella how she really knows Eleanor Frost. It goes back further than any of you think. Further than Amara's birth. Further than this marriage. She's been playing this game since before you were all born.

I asked, crouching down to her level. She nodded, though tears glistened on her lashes. I offered my hand, and she took it, allowing me to help her to her feet. Her curls bounced as she steadied herself, brushing off her little blue dress. “Where’s your mummy?” I asked gently. She pointed across the room, and my gaze followed the direction of her finger. That’s when I saw her. Isabel. She was standing near the far entrance, her back partially turned as she spoke to someone. But there was no mistaking her. The air punched out of my lungs, leaving me momentarily frozen inside and out..

“Let’s try again.” Isabella steps forward, her green eyes glinting with fury. “Let me do it,” she says, voice trembling. “Please.” I look at her. She’s been quiet for most of this—watching, not participating. But now her hands are glowing, raw magic crackling around her like wildfire. “You sure?” I ask her. She nods. “I want to make him feel what he made me feel. Just once.” Malcolm steps aside, and Isabella walks up to Rufus—this time not as a scorned lover, but as a witch forged in her own pain.

I'm dead. 'Isabella, as your wolf, I'm gonna call this your birthday gift even though it's not your birthday. You dig!'