Isabella Leclair Novels & Stories

I deemed it necessary to explain things to her, although she was too defiant to listen. “Never! I can't belong to a cruel heartless man as you are!” Isabella was at it again. “Watch your tongue, Isabella!” I chided. “Saving you from the hands of Giovanni was just enough to prove to you that I'm not what you think I am. I'm here to protect you, Isabella. Stop making things more difficult for me.” Isabella's face paled, she was seemingly touched by my words and I meant every bit of it. I'm here to protect her from the claws of her enemy. She's mine to care for and to protect, while she does my biddings.

We old bones are no match for her. [Silas chose well. She is the true Empress.] A century passed. I returned early from inspecting my New Orleans territory and pushed open the doors to the royal bedchamber. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. Sprawled naked on our bed was Isabella. A peace offering from a rebellious southern clan. She was stroking her swollen belly, a victor's smug smile on her face. When she saw me, she didn't show a hint of shame. Instead, she flaunted her body even more arrogantly.

she said. “we’ll see darling” Roman replied, ruffling her hair. The couple stood together r as the ship finally came to harbour, Camila gasped at the huge banner that said Welcome Mr and Mrs Romero. She kissed Roman before running out of the ship and unto the sand. The island was huge from what she could see. Roman soon came and stood beside her, her put his arm around her shoulder and grinned. “welcome to the Romero Islands”.

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

Isabella loved what she saw in the mirror. Her phone beeped on the table, and a text from Kate popped up. Isabella opened it and frowned. “Where the fuck are you? Get here now or the devil will be let loose!” “I am Claude Lincoln. I succeeded Richard Harvey, and you will work under me starting today.” “I don’t understand. What happened to Mr. Richard?” “Miss Campbell, I’m afraid but that is not your concern.” He gave a tight smile, and she withdrew. Claude Lincoln was trying to give her the impression that he was anything but friendly.

He adds. She was going to be a guest at her own wedding. The idea wasn’t so bad. After all, this wasn’t a normal wedding. Nodding in response, she turns her head away from him and gets lost in her thoughts. ************************************************************ The car pulls up at Bistro Le Cep, a popular French restaurant that only the richest in the country could afford. Liam leaves the car first and goes over to Emilia’s side to open the door. A valet approaches them and Liam hands the keys over to the young man as he leads the way to the restaurant.

He wouldn't be far away from Claire so how would she carry out whatever plan she formulates? She was getting frustrated at this point because she failed to come up with a good plan. Her hair had gone messy because she had used her hands to comb through it which was so unlike her. Isabelle carried herself with regal grace like the queen she thought she was. She was the daughter of a man who was high in status after the gamma. Because of how close she and Alexander had grown up and him not finding his mate earlier on, everyone had thought she would be picked as his Luna. She had used up that position to ward off all unmated she wolves in the pack away from Alexander.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

“Don’t worry, Aurora. I’ll take good care of Leon.” Of course. The audacity of it all would have been laughable if it weren’t so infuriating. I recognized the ploy instantly. Isabella had never been subtle about her preferences. She’d always entertained the idea of Leon and Claire together, and now, with Leon injured, she saw her chance. It was a blatant power move – an attempt to push me aside, to make me feel like an outsider in my own marriage. But I wasn’t about to let them see me falter.

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.