Isabella Icardi Novels & Stories

Inside, no one could contain it. “She’s alive!” “That’s Isabella!” “I thought she was dead!” “Oh my God!” The judge shouted for order so many times the words lost meaning. Isabella turned toward me first. There was guilt in her expression, but also gratitude, then she faced the room. “My name is Isabella,” she said clearly. “And I disappeared because Ignacio Estaban, and Mayor Eduardo tried to have me silenced.” Silence slammed into the room so hard it rang. “She’s insane!” Ignacio leapt up.

Came her voice from far away. “Always.” *** Isabella moved to the house down the street, where she used to live years ago, this summer. Her father took off, and she never really knew her mother. When she went away, I was so sad and angry at her even though everything was out of her control. She needed to be where her father would be. When she walked out of her house, I didn't expect to see her in the outfit she was in. Her denim shorts were so short it showcased her beautiful long legs, and there was nothing other than a crop top on her body. She paired it with ankle boots, which did wonders to the height, and I can't help but notice the light color of the denim contrasted beautifully with h

—I want two of those too, Bastien. —Huh? —Cristy and Ally looked puzzled. —Sorry girls, this is my sister Isabella. She’s a real headache —The girls stepped forward and greeted Ella. —Hi, I’m Cristy, and this is Ally. Nice to meet you. —I’m Isabella, but call me Ella. Oh, and this is my sweetheart, Moira. Moira stepped forward. —Moira Ricci, nice to meet you. —Haha, that’s cute, she has the same name as our idol… Wait... —Cristy looked at her closely and screamed—. AAAAAHHHH! Moira Ricci?! OUR Moira Ricci?!

She put her hand out to shake the event planner's hand, but instead, she laid eyes on me, completely ignoring Hippolyta. "My, my, my. What a beauty you are. It was a pleasure for my company to put together your ceremony Luna. My name is Isabela and I've been in the business for 45 plus years!" I reached for her hand and she grasped on tightly, shaking vigorously in excitement. For such a small old lady, she has some wits about her. "I must say, your Alpha reached out to me personally and offered assistance with straightening up in the interior of this train wreck – er – no offence. You will appreciate all the changes, I give you my utmost assurance."

"Report back to me by tonight." Across the city, in her Brewery office, Calla stood with Neva and a stunning woman named Isabella. The morning sun streamed through the large windows. Neva had searched for long to find the perfect face for the club, and Isabella was her final choice. "Isabella," Calla began, looking the woman straight in the eyes. "Do you fully understand the job I'm giving you?" Isabella smiled warmly, her confidence clear. "I am the public face of the club. I will greet important guests, give speeches, smile for cameras, and make everyone feel welcome. I will represent Sombra de Agave with grace and charm."

Yet other than that, she'd been dressed in a black full jumpsuit, her hair braided down into a ponytail before rolled into a bun, a gun and a knife in her hands as she twirled it into her fingers. “What’s going on, kotyonok?” Diego asked, his voice wavering from surprise and confusion. “I lost my goddamn child. I can’t have a baby anymore. Would you both expect that I’d stay home and cry? Mourn for what? Something I’d never have?” Isabella asked, smiling as she pressed the end of the lipstick on her lips before pulling away again — this time tucking the gun snugly into her wide pockets. “I am done playing bloody safe every bloody time. So how about we get back in line, Mister Ricci… I am you

Elena’s pregnancy trap would be compromised, and the social standing Isabella clung to so desperately would be completely eclipsed by a girl who used to drown in debt. ​No, Isabella thought, her teeth grinding together so loudly she was terrified they would hear her through the wood. No, I won't allow it. You think you can just march back into this city and take everything, you worthless bitch? ​Spinning on her heel, Isabella sprinted down the long, marble corridor, her heart slamming against her ribs as she pulled out her private cell phone, her thumb frantically dialing Elena Rossi’s encrypted line. ​The storm hadn't just arrived in America. Isabella King was about to ensure it became a ma

Isabella confronted me before Luca could decide whether to protect me from the truth or let me stand inside it. She had arrived as Marisol Vega. That was the name she gave the lobby, the cameras, and the security team. But the file Brian had pulled in the frantic minutes after her arrival showed another name hidden under old school records, sealed estate notes, and a birth certificate no one had been meant to find easily. Isabella D’Caputo. Don’s daughter. She waited until Brian stepped away to secure the conference room and Luca turned to give a low instruction to one of his guards. Then she moved.

Isabella had reported Jessica to the police and she was apprehended at the airport where she tried to escape and was arrested for kidnapping and attempted murder. It was already three month after Isabella was discharged from the hospital and she was as free as the bird, she no longer had Mr white trouble as he and Don Fernando were behind bars. "Are you ready?" Audrey asked Isabella as they walked out from her apartment, apparently Isabella had become popular since after the incidence building a lot of fan base. And today was her first professional shoot, for her lead role of the movie that was suspended, though she spent days mourning her lost child, she believed it was all for the best.

Isabella Sinclair died believing she was finally loved. Pregnant, betrayed, and pushed down the stairs by the woman who wanted her husband, she opened her eyes one year in the past—with every memory of her murder intact. This time, Isabella refuses to be the victim. She will expose the man who betrayed her, destroy the woman who ruined her, and uncover the dark secret poisoning the hockey world before it claims her again. But revenge becomes complicated when three men enter her second life. Isaac Moretti, the ruthless captain who suddenly can't seem to stay away from her. Alan Scott, the damaged prodigy who becomes the one person who truly understands her. And Leonardo Bowen, her arro