Isabella Lovestory Age Novels & Stories

Everyone smiled at her. "You always wanted a daughter, Henrietta. I'm so glad that you got what you wanted," said Michelle Hartford. "Hello, dear, how old are you?" She asked Isabella. "I'll be thirteen next week," she informed them. Weston and the boy came forward and stood next to Isabella.

But the corner of my lips lifted anyway as I dipped my head in greeting. “Well,” I said quietly, amused despite myself. “That was impressive. How are you this evening, Isabella?” Her eyes sparkled. “I’m well, Alpha,” she chirped proudly. I crossed my arms slowly and tilted my head. “And how old are you now?” She puffed out her chest. “Twelve, Alpha.” I raised a brow. “Twelve?” She nodded hard enough to rattle her curls. “Well then,” I said, crouching slightly in front of her to lower myself to her height. “Twelve is an important age. Do you know that?”

She taught the girl everything she could except the most dangerous of arts, divination, and the making of Aqua Vitae. In 1463, being already a widow at the age of twenty-six, Isabel contacted her and requested a future reading. Yoleandra replied by means of a letter indicating the date and the place and under an elm the girl sat down to wait for her future second husband, King Edward IV.

Her words hit my heart hard. I have a daughter, Isabella, or as I call her Izzy. She is a spunky 19-year-old with a rebellious spirit, but a kind heart. I am proud of her and the woman she's become, even if she barely sees me anymore. Liv, on the other hand, is this broken girl I took in 4 years ago now. She showed up at one of my fights and swore she could beat anyone I put in a ring with her.

And to be honest he looks really cute. My mind wanders to why he doesn’t have a girlfriend, he’d be 26 this year and for the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him hangout with a girl, well except for me and Isabella. Many times in my mind, I pair him and Isabella together. I honestly think they’d make a great couple. Isabella is young, and at the age of 24, she’s gifted with so many abilities. She’s patient, kind and the most humble and caring person I’ve ever met; sometimes I wonder if she has feelings for David.

Isabella said as I was about to start the car. Lily smiled at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “That sounds exciting, baby. What do you want to be? I know you’ve always wanted to be a doctor, that hasn’t changed has it?” “Nu-uhhh. I still want to be a doctor!” Isabella beamed. “But I don’t have a doctor's outfit. And……. we haven’t gone shopping in forever.” The smile on Lily’s face faltered just slightly. Just enough that I noticed. “I want to look smart,” Isabella added, buckling herself in. “Like you, Mommy. But with a stethoscope!”

But when Carlo reminded her of the promises he’d made to her on the island, her last doubts melted away. A playful glint sparkled in Carlo's eyes as he grinned. "Oh, but Isabella does exist. And yes, she really is a Cavalieri." Lyla's gaze immediately turned suspicious until Carlo quickly clarified, "Though, she’s only six years old." Realizing how close she came to falling for another of his jokes, Lyla clenched her fist and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Before she could pull her hand back, Carlo caught her wrist, gently pulling her into his arms.

Suddenly, she laughed, her cheeks flushed with agitation, but her smile was pale and sharp as she stared at Isabella, who felt a chill in her heart and clutched the strap of her handbag uneasily. Isabella de Valois, flushed with indignation, bit back with righteous fury, "Don't think you're so noble. I love Ethan Hart more than you ever could. I've loved him for ten years. What right do you have to take him away from me?" She was the youngest at home, the only girl, and her brothers, much older, seldom played with her. There was a time when Ethan's father was transferred away, and he lived with their family. He helped her with homework, taught her to ride horses, to play ball... She loved be

His curiosity knew no bounds. “She shot herself,” Isabella replied shakily, shocking Asher momentarily. That's not what he expected to hear when he asked the question. “I found the body,” Isabella added almost immediately, making Asher regret asking the damn question to begin with. It was obviously a painful memory lane for Isabella. But now that he had learned little, he wanted more. “How old were you?” “Nine,”

Isabella replied raising her voice slightly but she creased her face when she saw Sidney scoffed. " Yesterday my foot! You have been here for ten years " Stunned, frustrated, miserable and shock was beyond the feelings Isabella felt when she heard Sidney's words. He must be joking. She thought, managing to console herself. She sprang up from and dashed to the mirror. She gasped in horror as she stare at her reflection. She has aged , truly she has been held captivated by her step brother for ten years.