Isabella Lovestory Age Novels & Stories

Isabella wiped away her tears, then she ran her plate away and, without looking at her father, told her that she was ready. "Well" said the father trying to contain himself. "Isabella, you are old enough and you must go your own way." ISABELLA She couldn't believe what she was hearing, something told me that there were other plans behind those words. I asked what was the condition for such a tempting offer. They both remained silent, I insisted again with the same question. "We have made the decision to marry you to a prince." "What?"...I spat out all the juice she was drinking, shocked at what she had heard...

“Every news website is reporting about this already, and if you intend to introduce her to me the day I return, then you can’t blame me for being alarmed.” “Mother, I would never introduce anyone to you if I didn’t know that I could trust that person. Isabella’s very mature for her age, and I’m sure you’ll love her.” “How old is she, even? To be honest, she looks… more like a high schooler than a college student.” “That’s because the pic isn’t of the best quality,” Archibald says evasively. “How old is she, Archie?”

Her grin curved down into a frown. "Aren't you two eighteen already?" "Nineteen." Elizabetha corrected. "Nineteen and you still haven't grown out of your diapers." "I don't want to hear it!" Isabella cried, covering her ears between her palms. Rosalina pried Isabella's hands away from her ears. "Aww you're such a big baby are you gonna cry for your mommy now?" Rosalina teased in a baby voice, twisting a wicked simper over her barbie-pink lips. "Why don't you try dating real men instead of clinging to Mr. Browny?"

she replied gently. The host smiled knowingly as if she understood something unspoken. The online comments immediately divided into arguments again. Some believed her. Others absolutely did not. When we were asked about our impressions of each other, I answered first. “Miss Isabella is beautiful and gentle.” Safe words. Empty words. Then Isabella looked toward me before speaking. “Vivienne is thoughtful and well mannered. I first met her when she was sixteen years old.” The audience reacted instantly. Sixteen years old.

By the time I finished, the room had gone completely silent. Nobody knew what to say. Nobody seemed to know what to think. Because Isabella wasn’t some random staff member. She wasn’t new. She wasn’t suspicious. She wasn’t somebody who had recently appeared. She had been here for years. From everything I’d heard, Isabella was around the same age as the kings. Her mother had worked for their parents. After she passed away, she had continued serving the palace. She had practically grown up here. Which made what I was saying sound completely insane.

A soft knock on the door woke Isabella Stark from her beauty sleep. She could hear the bustling of activities downstairs and in the courtyard. She remembered that today was her wedding day. She suddenly felt a tight nudge in her belly. In a few hours, she would be married to the crown prince of the Netherlands—her childhood betrothed and fiancé of over ten years. “Yes, come in,” she answered. The maid entered, smiling sheepishly at her. “Good morning, my lady. Hope your night was blissful?”

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.

said the grandfather. “Responsible?” The doctor was astonished and checked the data in the file again while looking at Isabella. “Aren't you of legal age, Isabella?” she asked to clarify the situation. “Yes, I am, I am twenty-three years old, doctor,” she informed her quickly, even showing her the passport. “I live with them. My grandfather meant that we are a close family.” “I understand. You're their little girl. They have nothing to worry about. Isabella is a healthy girl. Is your husband coming?” Asked the doctor and noticed that Isabella choked.

I decided to have a little fun with this. "Oh yeah she's beautiful," I shook my head and look at Max. "With her forest green eyes, and beautiful curls. I wouldn't mind getting lost in." Max looked confused. Than we both burst out laughing. "Their friends." We said in unison. Bursting out laughing, till our stomachs hurt. "So what's the plan Alpha?" Max asked, lightly shoulder punching me. "Well she's you mate right? We need to discuss this with the Aplha of the Moonfall pack. And she's probably gonna want to pack her things. But Isabelle still only seventeen. And if they are friends, your mate might be reluctant to leave her."

“And I’m glad your mother found me deserving.” “She did. She told me about you when I was twelve. Ever since then, I liked your name. And now that I’ve met you, well, you’re so handsome, too!” I bit my lips. He blushed and laughed. “How old are you now? And what’s your name?” “I am Isabella Garcia, and I’m eighteen,” I said with a smile. “That's cool. I’m going to be twenty soon.” “When will you become Alpha?... Alpha Dominic?” I tested the name on my tongue.