Isabella Leclair Novels & Stories

While it was going down, the power inside turned off. Isabella reminisced and still remembers when her mom was narrating, it was funny she rolled on the floor. Alexandria used her whole body when she was telling the story like really reliving what had happened. She didn't accept the role of the second wife, but they recognized Bella as their granddaughter, so they took them in. She was 16 years old when it was revealed to her. Pity, who knew after that she would disappear...

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

“Please do me the honor of removing yourself from my lap, this spot is reserved for someone else.” He winked as he fired his demand, his hand catching hers just before hitting his face. “Try that again and you’ll bear the consequences. Now leave!” * * * Meanwhile, inside their matrimonial room, Isabella was struggling to relax. For some odd reason, she was not able to do it, even after she took a long and well-deserved bath. Her mind kept going to that dreadful contract that she had signed without reading the terms, compelled by her momentary fear of not seeing her sister alive.

Isabella opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out of it, she thought it over and over again but couldn't figure out how she will introduce herself to this intimidating man standing before her. She never thought that it will be hard for her to introduce herself to people related to her master. The only thing she can say to him right now is her name, is she to tell him that she's Leo's slave? Not just any slave but a sex slave. She bit on her lips and held her both hands in front of her in silence. "No Sir, the Sirs doesn't bring different girls home and she's Sir Leonard's girlfriend" Both Isabella and Ellie's head snapped at Claudia the moment she blurted that out. Isabella's e

With Layla by her side, she knew she possessed the unwavering support and guidance needed to navigate the uncharted territories of their extraordinary world. As the days turned into weeks, Isabella delved deeper into the intricacies of her bond with Giovanni. Layla became her trusted confidante, sharing wisdom, tales of old, and insights into the mysterious realm they inhabited. Together, they unraveled the rich tapestry of their society, exploring its customs, histories, and the intricate web of relationships that wove its fabric.

Isabella wasn't aware that her mother was already back home. It was break time when Lewis blocked Isabella with Cecilia. Before Isabella could speak, Lewis grabbed her arm and dragged her along. "Lewis, what is going on?" Isabella didn't understand the reason Lewis was pulling her along. Lewis didn't bother responding to her; he forced her into the restroom and held her arms. Isabella stared at him in annoyance. Isabella looked at him coldly and asked angrily, "Lewis, what was the meaning of that?" Without responding, Lewis immediately pinned her to the wall and captured her lips, kissing her deeply.

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

Grave accusation? I looked between them in confusion. Alisa stepped forward with a meek expression and a puzzled expression formed on my face. “I'm sorry, Isabelle, but I have been carrying this guilt for so long and now, I can't bear it anymore because every day I see the Alpha suffer to take care of you…” she sniffled. “What are you talking about?” I blurted. “I confessed… I told them how you've been cheating on Alpha Thomas with the rogue king,” she said, and my jaw dropped.

I questioned, stretching my hand towards the divorce papers Brandon was holding. He hesitated but he eventually gave it to me. I smirked at him, winked at Stella, whose face had now turned pale, before I scribbled my signature on the paper and dropped it on the table. “There you go,” I murmured, my eyes locked on him. “Now you can finally be with Stella without the guilt… or the thrill of cheating. Let’s see how long the spark lasts when it’s just the two of you.” Without wasting time, I voiced. “I, Issabella Crawley, reject Alpha Brandon of Moonshine pack as my chosen mate.” I felt a sting in my heart but I ignored it. Alpha Brandon hesitated but he accepted my rejection.

“I won’t spend the night sulking over you, Julien.” She turned away from the mirror and reached for the robe hanging by the door. Few hours later, Isabella stood before the full-length mirror in the suite, dressed in a black satin slip dress that shimmered gracefully. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, still damp, curling slightly at the ends. A touch of makeup, nothing too much since she wasn't a fan of it. Just red lips to cover the pale exhaustion. When she looked at herself this time, she didn’t see a wife. She saw a woman clawing her way back to herself.