Isabella Good Trouble Novels & Stories

The absence of Serena's presence in my consciousness has left a gaping wound in my soul, and Isabella's theatrical display of care only makes the pain more acute. "I understand why you might be suspicious of me," Isabella continues, her voice carrying that same melodic quality that seems designed to lull people into a false sense of security. "Given our complicated history, it's only natural that you'd question my motives." She maintains that worried expression with masterful precision, her dark eyes wide with apparent distress as she looks between the three of us. To anyone with a functioning brain but no supernatural instincts, she would appear to be nothing more than a concerned classmate

Meanwhile, Isabella who was out of Sebastian and Jackson’s sight walked over to a nearby restaurant and took a seat, resting her face in her palms. “Miss, what would you like to order?” a young lady asked, prompting Isabella to lift her gaze. The lady was a waitress wore a red T-shirt, black trousers, and a red apron. Isabella bit her lower lip, staring at the waitress as the tears she had been holding back slowly slid down her cheeks. “Miss, are you alright?” the waitress asked, raising her eyebrows in concern. Isabella sighed, nodded, and stood up from her seat. “I’m so sorry for… for…”

"It was a disaster. But an accident? Hardly." My heart stopped. "What do you mean?" I asked. Gabriel sighed. "My daughter... Isabella... she was not well. Mentally." He tapped his temple with a finger. "She had her mother’s weakness. Depression. Paranoia. We tried to help her, of course. Mateo was a saint to her. He gave her everything. But she couldn't handle the pressure of this life." "She was weak." Sofia chimed in, picking a piece of lint off her dress. "And jealous. So jealous. When she found out she couldn't give Mateo a child... she snapped."

Thalia closed the article immediately. She pressed the phone back into Isabella's hands. "This is going to cause trouble," Thalia whispered, anxiety creeping into her voice. Isabella crossed her arms. Her expression hardened. "No," Isabella corrected firmly. "Nikolai caused this trouble." Thalia looked down at her hands. "Please don't blame him," Thalia said quietly. Isabella stared at her in disbelief. "Seriously?" Isabella asked, unable to hide her frustration. "After everything he did to you?"

“I didn’t mean for things to go that far. I promise it won’t happen again.” “Let’s just forget about it,” Isabella said with a bitter smile. “Come on, let’s have breakfast.” She turned away, blinking rapidly as she forced back the tears that threatened to fall. ***

She then redirected her attention to Max, launching into the first of the last six questions. "As you may have noticed, Isabella is a free spirit. Given her personality, the only thing she might be willing to sacrifice for this relationship is casual sex, now that she has you. That being said, Max Blackwell, are you the jealous type?" I was genuinely interested in Max's response, finding Caleb's question unexpectedly thought-provoking despite its length. I didn't waste any time in looking at Max when he began to answer.

She needs to be in good shape because we wouldn't want to get in trouble. We all looked at her and asked ‘trouble’? She answered us saying “Yes, of course…trouble “ Lisa now asked her further what she meant by ‘trouble’. That was when she answered us. She said she meant that Isabella needs all the caring we can give her so she could get better on time because Nate must not come back and find out she is sick. When she said that I was stunned and my face flushed so much. The reaction of Lisa and Christabel made me very shy.

We walk to a small balcony, so I put on a cigarette and give one to Liam, "What happened with Isabella? Why do you look so miserable?" "I don't even know, man. I can't..." he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "She's not herself. You've seen it, haven't you? She was barely mean to Nukea. That's not normal. She’s not talking to any of her friends, she says weird things. And she's being nice to Millie, she's being nice to me." "Okay... those sound like good things, right? Or am I misunderstanding?"

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.

Isabella ordered and immediately she did Isabella was dumbfounded. The headline was written boldly, "upcoming actress Isabella Cassie soon to be wedded seen with her mystery man on aromantic date just before her wedding." Isabella read out angrily, sh was mad at herself for trusting Timothy when all he wanted was to ruin her life. "I told you something was off about the dinner, if only I had stood my grounds and not allowed you all thus would not have happened!" Audrey asserted angrily. "This is all my fault, what going to happened to my career now ?" Isabella questioned and immediately the phone binged again this time it was pictures of the three of them.