Isabella Leclair Novels & Stories

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

Nicholas said, bowing his head in respect to his King. “As for Isabelle…” he began. “She is the Luna Princess, the mate of my oldest son. However, her actions prove she is undeserving of that title. I will speak more about it with Henry, but I believe banishment is appropriate. Her title will be stripped from her, and I’ll see to it that Henry begins the rejection process.”

Something she deeply admired in him. Knowing that her moves were already shaping the plan, it was time to talk to Alejandro and reveal everything she had orchestrated against Dino, and against the Mexicans and Colombians who had allied with him and stolen the Moretti organization’s routes. Isabela had men in every place, command units ready in each country to act at her order. While Alejandro recovered, she watched over her husband’s business—unaware of the woman she was becoming. A powerful queen who feared nothing. The queen of hell, as some called her.

"But you do realize what you're doing to me, don't you?" She inhaled sharply but didn't pull away. "I don't care what you feel." I leaned in, brushing my lips against the side of her neck. "Liar." Her breath hitched, and I knew I had her. I knew how to unravel her, how to make her body betray her mind. "You're playing a dangerous game, Isabella," I murmured against her skin. "And I always win." She shivered but still managed to retort, "We'll see about that."

I kept myself composed, my irritation in check. He continued. “For centuries, tradition has served us. Our Luna is not merely a symbol. She is legacy. She is bloodline. She is the continuation of a sacred role.” I felt Lila still beside me. “There is another,” Halric said. “Lady Isabella. Noble-born. Loyal. Endowed with the spiritual gifts of her bloodline. Her bond to the previous Luna lends her additional legitimacy. She is a female with pedigree.” I clenched my jaw hard enough to crack the enamel.

She did not yet trust him, and rightly so—Luca’s return added a layer of uncertainty that neither history nor loyalty could clarify. Despite her wariness, Isabella remained in control. She strategically positioned herself at the center of the library, the tome still open before her, allowing her to appear absorbed in study while observing Luca’s cautious steps. The subtle dance of presence and attention, of power and observation, was a rhythm she had mastered over years of navigating male-dominated rooms filled with danger and influence.

She knew that revealing her knowledge would endanger not only her own safety but also the delicate balance of the East. Observing King Maximilian's actions with a watchful eye, Isabella witnessed his subtle manipulations and strategic maneuvers, all aimed at consolidating his power. Behind the polished veneer of diplomacy, she detected the flicker of a cunning mind, meticulously planning each step to ensure his dominance. Isabella's role as a silent observer became increasingly important as she gathered crucial information about King Maximilian's activities. She confided in Lady Seraphina, who shared her concerns and recognized the gravity of the situation. Together, they strategized and del

I wanted to turn away from him, but it wouldn’t be professional, so I maintained my composure. Silently, one of my co-workers whispered to me, “Isabella, did you know him anywhere before this moment?” I answered, “No.” She then said, “His name is Alexander Lucas, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country and also heir of the great Mr. Alexander, the owner of the popular Alex Empire.” I was shocked and realized I had made a terrible mistake that could ruin my entire life. The name alone sounded powerful. The Alexander family was popularly known for business and power. Most of their heirs were arrogant and ruthless billionaires whom everyone in the country knew.

She bit lip and obeyed, hands shaking but strong. Lea understood too magic was no trick to shine, but strength meant to be shared. She helped Elena feed fire and watch rear carefully. “I thought you wanted to rise above everyone,” she admitted later. “But you stand in centre to hold us all together.” “That is true leadership,” I said. “Not highest… but strongest link.” Selena heard it and tears filled her eyes shame and new wisdom together. We reached finally a bowl‑shaped hollow deep inside. At centre rose the ruined tower wrapped in thickest vines, blue‑white light streaming brightest from its top: true heart of island.

Juliet scoffs. Raphael smiles while he touches the back of his neck. That was what he did whenever he was short of words. "I see!" He responds. "One thing you need to know about her. She is hot-tempered. Also very evil. No offence, she is your sister. I know, but Alexandra is mischievous. I'm sure you noticed we have no maids in this big house. All thanks to your sister!" Juliet smiles laying emphasis on the sister. "Thanks!" Raphael says.