Isabella Icardi Novels & Stories

I miss the little gay dude. I noticed that Isabella also liked the pic, I didn't know that she was still on I*******m. I tapped on her name, it took me to her page, I noticed some few pics from Switzerland. She kinda looked chubby. I kept on scrolling. I noticed a baby picture. I tapped on the caption. 'lets welcome my baby girl to this world' I looked at the date. It was three years ago, on the July seventh. That was nine months after she left for Switzerland.

👀👀👀] EM: [? TESSA: [wait is this a vacation or a drama???] Isabella, of course, is the fastest. ISABELLA: [why am i only hearing about this NOW] ISABELLA: [you get kidnapped in santorini and now you’re flying to LA like a telenovela star] ISABELLA: [DO YOU PLAN ON ALMOST DYING IN EVERY PRETTY CITY IN THE WORLD?] I type while yawning. KR: [official reason: abuelo’s birthday. unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama]

said Isabella. Alexandro remained silent. "She was my biggest mistake," said Isabella. Alexandro clenched his fists. His fingers turned white, the veins in his hands tensed. His chest rose and fell, holding back the anger that had been boiling all along, but he remained silent, still restraining himself. Isabella kept talking. Unaware of the storm growing right in front of her eyes. "Don't call me Isabella. Isabella died more than ten years ago. Since I left Italy. Since I decided never to return. My name now is Bianca. Bianca Fontana."

Isabella's defensive words resounded in the canteen. "Shit! He's here. Lower your voice, Isabella!" Erica whispered hastily and pointed at a direction behind them with her eyes. Isabella followed the sign and there he was. Various physical changes occurred throughout the year for Juan Pedro. His crooked teeth were repaired and golden braces held it entirely in place. From a height of flat five feet he grew to 5.5 feet. But it was far from the tall Isabella who stood at 5.9 feet barefoot. This was due to her having mixed blood, that of a Filipina and an American.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Camila replied gently, flashing her a knowing smile. "I’m not fine, but I’m trying," Isabella confessed. "School’s been a nightmare since you got married. Alejandro’s sister came in and took everything from me. Then, I liked three guys, only to end up heartbroken. The first one left me for Valeria, the second didn’t trust me, and the third one—who I thought understood me—turned out to be gay. He was using me to make his boyfriend jealous." Isabella’s voice cracked as she aggressively worked the dough.

Isabella smiled with her lips closed while nodding continuously. Days passed, Isabella endured the pain of being far from her daughter. She's just using Ms. Cynthia's words as a motivation to gathered evidence and do an investigation about her case. But then, as days goes by the pain she's carrying inside her heart's turning into hatred and anger towards Mateo and Nerissa. In her own office at NexusSphere, she's currently working on organizing some documents. She's doing everything to make herself busy, so she can at least not thinking about how far Amara's now to her. She's typing something now on her laptop when the door of her office opened revealing her boss, Elijah.

She has the spare key, it was also the special key as it has a small dangling frame of her and her father. "Dad! Have you made breakfast? I already missed my first class." Isabella is a college student majoring in English literature. She also knew how to speak Spanish. The biggest advantage of being an introvert is that you can learn as much as you want. There is no headache of partying or hanging out.

Isabella was lying lazily on the blue bedpace of the Westbridge memorial hospital, her back was up propped up by a pair of thick pillows while right hand, was neatly bound in a plaster cast. And from this position, her lips were pressed into a thin line as she appeared to be seething in quiet annoyance. But this situation was more than annoying, it was a disastrous blow. Not too long lago, she had l received the email from Valencia & Co. Models.

There was a sort of piercing sound from the speakers and then the electronic voice went on talking. “Most of you may think you know who Isabella Martinez is. A Nerd,” just then the projected screen started to reveal pictures of Isabella from when she was little and until she changed her dressing sense. She had her braces on, she played soccer, she wore larger clothes. There were giggles round the crowd as an animated picture of Isabella wearing large glasses and heavy braces came on. “Some people think she’s now changed, pretty, hot but guess what? I bet you didn’t know that she’s also a liar and a slut!”