Isabella Good Trouble Novels & Stories

I said as I walked to where Rocco was. “I don't want her and I am definitely not spending a dime of my money on her.” I said. “Why?? Did you fuck her?? She wasn't good in bed??” Rocco said. “Watch your words Rocco!! I don't fuck anything I see…she is a handful of trouble and I don't want trouble in my life right now.” I said. “A handful of trouble…well someone just said the exact same thing and that has heightened my curiosity.” Isabella was more than a handful of trouble but hearing Rocco say that someone else said the exact same thing about her was something I found curious about too.

Here, the cypress trees grew thick and the air smelled of damp earth, salt, and secrets. I found a stone bench hidden behind a thick curtain of ivy. I sat down, my knees finally giving way, my head falling into my hands. The "Titan" was gone. I was just Isabella, a woman who had traded her soul for a chance to save a child who hated her very existence.

She doesn’t do a very good job of keeping track and, before she knows it, they are going through back roads out of the city and are heading into a heavily wooded area. It has been a long time since she has seen her boss looking so sombre. In most situations, he is able to find some sort of answer to the problem that they are facing. But, somehow, Isabelle’s disappearance seems to have put him into a frame of mind that she has never seen before and doesn’t like very much.

Yet somehow, an hour later, I found myself sitting back at my desk, my finger hovering over the monitor’s power button. Just a quick look. That’s all. I turned it on. And instantly regretted it. Because Isabella? She wasn’t just singing anymore. She had full on choreographed a dance routine. I watched, utterly stunned, as she spinned around the room, arms flailing, jumping onto the furniture like a kid on a sugar high. At one point, she slid across the floor in her socks, nearly wiping out. I actually flinched. But she recovered and kept going, completely unaware of how ridiculous she looked.

Isabel was trying to provoke him into striking first, knowing quite well that the first one to strike always lose, but he isn’t going to fall for her petty tricks. “It wouldn’t have come to this if our father had done the right thing.” He was staring directly at Dylan, who he intends to kill first in order to provoke Isabel. “By the right thing, you mean not getting involved with your whore of a mother.” She hastily replied, pushing his buttons. Rodrigo angrily charged towards Dylan, who was helplessly trying to free himself, but Isabel’s quick reflex enabled her to push him with force before he could get to her mate, sending him flying. No one is allowed to mess with her mate, not when she’

Zipporah swallowed quickly, her eyes were never as much a good liar as her lips, so she glanced away when she answered, “the mafia, It’s all real.” Isabella’s eyes caved into sympathy, she drew Zipporah’s chin to face her, “when they come, they’ll have all of us to deal with.” The way she declared her words told Zipporah that she wasn’t just talking about Rose and Alexandra. The sight before her when they walked into her room was of Alexandra and rose stretched out on her bed. They looked so peaceful and adorable, the laptop they were watching N*****x on was still playing before Isabella put it off. She smiled as she skinned her clothes off her body. When she stepped into the shower she soak

"I'm tired, Mia. My so-called marriage...my life...it's all falling apart. I'm tired of being treated like a nobody and being manipulated." Mia's expression softened. "Oh, Isabella. Manipulated? How? What exactly happened? You've been speaking in parables, open up girl." Isabella collapsed onto the couch, her words tumbling out in a chaotic rush. "Do you think I'm good enough for anyone?" "Can you just stop all of this? You're more than enough, so spill up," Mia assured her.

she shrieked, lunging for the control booth, but it was too late. She crumpled to the floor, shaking. "Lorenzo... it's not real... Isabella set me up..." I just stood there, frozen. Then I felt my phone buzz. A text. From Isabella. "Lorenzo, this is goodbye. Thank you for showing me what true love isn't. The tape is my gift to you both. May you and Juliana live happily ever after. —Isabella"

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 flicked her hands in the air in a dramatic way. "Now, who is being troublesome? Who is trying to make someone look bad?" Isabella reprimanded gently. Benedict wrapped her arms around her chest in a defensive way. "The jerk started it!" She protested. "Like I would ever find someone like him interesting." She moved fully into the room. Isabella chuckled at how Benedict's blue and green eyes sparkled. Oh, you find him interesting, she longed to say so but she just shrugged it off, not wanting to stir up any more trouble.