Isabella Leclair Novels & Stories

Alpha Leclair sighed deeply, “I have fought this illness with everything in me and there's nothing left to fight. I'm ready to join my ancestors, and Isabella here is the only one who is fit to take my place. She's brave, smart, strong and has the heart of a leader.” And just as Isabella had anticipated, the murmurs began, they all looked at her over the doubts and resistance showing clearly on their faces. And then the eldest among them spoke. She was very old, her back had been bent by age but her eyes were sharp.

Laurent kept his hand on Isabella's arm in a fatherly way. "This is magnificent, Isabella. Your mother would have been so proud." Isabella's eyes glistened slightly. "You always say that." "Because it's always true." Laurent looked at me. "Did Isabella tell you I knew her mother? We were at university together. Claire was remarkable. Brilliant. Ahead of her time in so many ways." “She didn’t mention that,” I said, looking at Isabella. Then I turned back to Laurent. “If I’m correct, you’re one of ISMARA’s early investors?”

Chapter 89: My Beautiful Isabella Isabel stood by the fireplace, wanting to prepare something special for the empress to help restore her appetite and lift her spirits. Her sleeves were rolled up, her apron securely tied, and her hands deftly maneuvered through the delicate process of baking egg tarts. Flour dusted her cheeks and apron as she carefully measured ingredients and stirred mixtures. The staff though aware of Isabel's true identity, watched from a respectful distance. Their eyes were curious, unsure of how to interact with the imperial highness in such an informal setting.

“Leah’s father, King Marcus Sullivan, has made a deal with Queen Dominique Blackwell to mate her to someone from the Blackwell clan in order to stop the dragon war.” Everyone began talking at once, outrage clear in their voices. Ray stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle to get everyone’s attention. Once everyone quieted down, he continued. “Leah is dead set on ‘doing her duty,’ and mating with this guy. I don’t know if I can convince her to not go through with it.” Francesca propped her right foot up on the couch, pulling her knee up to her chest and wrapping her arms around it. “Well, if she feels she doesn’t have a choice, then you won’t be able to change her mind.”

This was supposed to be her in Tommy arms, yet it was Alexis having that good relationship, she was supposed to have everything that Alexis, she was prettier, more elegant, more dynamic than Alexis, yet everything seems to be working out for Alexis more than it does for her. Alexis was the little princess of the Lake family. she was also the heiress of the Lake family assets and properties, as if that was not enough, she had to snatched away from her the one thing she wanted and lusted after, his own Prince charming had to be taken away from her by Alexis again. All this thought was making Lucy loosed all her sanity, even the wildness in her as the head of her cultist coven won't calm her do

Louis has searched everywhere but he didn't find any clue about Reuben. All his warriors were noticing the situation of Isabey. She is his Queen. This behaviour was not accepted by anyone. If she can not do her duty. He has to find another woman by his side. Louis did care about Isabey so much. But it is because of her strength, her mind, and her tactics that he is defeating all the packs.

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

After the lecture ended I was about to leave the classroom when that same boy stopped in front of me. "Hey, I am Maverick and you are?" he said forwarding his hand. I looked at him with a small smile not trying to come out as rude and shook his hand "I'm Arabella," I said and he nodded. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you." He flirted and I just smiled again. God, I didn't like him. "Thanks. Now I should leave for my next lecture." I said trying to get him off my back. "Yeah sure. What lecture do you have next?" He inquired and I looked at him like he was dumb. Wasn't he getting the hint.