Isabella Lovestory Age Novels & Stories

She doesn't really care about it, she doesn't get jealous, which gave me some doubt that she like me. Isabella is not really my type anyway. Sure, I think she's fine. So what? She's probably barely in college. Nineteen, maybe twenty years old? I don't really know; I'm a terrible judge of age. Don't get me wrong, I have by no means accomplished any great age myself; college wasn't that long ago, but still.

Then I noticed that behind her beautiful face and perfectly shaped body, she was just a child. "I'm of legal age, Uncle Travis. Besides, Dad wanted to marry me off to someone who can help Our business then why not to him?". she said. "Yeah right, Bell. You're 19 and Adam is 35. He's almost the same age as your father," Travis said, trying to discourage Isabella from pursuing Adam. "You're exaggerated Uncle Travis, my father is 40, there is a very big gap". she insisted. "You know we're almost the same age of Adam. You should have called him Uncle Adam too since you call me Uncle Travis," Travis said while smirking. He obviously likes to tease the little girl.

Here, the cypress trees grew thick and the air smelled of damp earth, salt, and secrets. I found a stone bench hidden behind a thick curtain of ivy. I sat down, my knees finally giving way, my head falling into my hands. The "Titan" was gone. I was just Isabella, a woman who had traded her soul for a chance to save a child who hated her very existence.

She smiled, awe-struck, and I chuckled, taking her card to sign. “What’s your name, darling?” She stared at me, mouth and eyes wide open, probably too excited to talk. An older lady nudged her, and the little cutie squealed out excitedly. “I’m Isabella! I’m a big fan of yours! I love you so much, Mrs. Bella. I watch you on shows every day!” she kept talking, and I chuckled again. “I love you for loving me too, Isabell.” I signed her card and placed a peck on her forehead. I noticed her face heat up, and a shy smile slipped onto her lips.

The age difference was staggering, and I couldn’t fathom how she believed it would work. “He is literally 5 years older than me.” “Not 5 years, Isabella,” Mom corrected me. “It’s 6 years.” I arched my brows and replied with even more annoyance, “This month I am going to be 20. So yeah, it’s 5. How can you date a boy so young, Mom?” “Isabella!” Mom raised her voice, clearly feeling a bit offended. I averted my gaze, unable to look at her. I wasn’t one of those typical girls who couldn’t accept their mom dating someone. I had no problem with her finding happiness again. But the problem was the absurdity of her dating someone 14 years younger. It just didn’t make sense to me.

By the way, Isabella had arrived and she took over her duties as usual. “I’m sorry about your clash with Olivia. I should have taught her better…” Isabella apologized once again. This time, I smiled about it. I could see Olivia lurking around the corner. “How long has she been in the mansion?” I asked her carefully. “It’s been a while,” Isabella replied. “She joined us when she was twenty years old. She has five years of experience. She was one of our earliest staff, you know." I smiled. It was a year after Julian's breakup. These days, I traced everything to Julian. Most times, it ended up relating to Maggie too. That was really annoying, trust me.

I took off her shoes and tucked her in under the covers, then rounded the bed to my side and climbed in. “What’s wrong, bunny?” I asked, stroking her cheek. “The wedding with Antonio has been set,” Isabella choked out. “December 31st.” “Well, that gives us a little more time if it’s after your twenty-first birthday,” I advised. “No, Z. December 31st this year,” she bawled.

he crossed his legs. “ What are you? A stalker?” “ Isabella Genovese, clocked twenty-one years this year. You’re also in Castro University and you’re pretty much a model student,” he read out with a straight face. “ Do you want me to go on?” He smirked.

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

Isabella shrugged, "Nothing. I was just thinking. He must really like you" "No he doesn't. If you like someone, You do not force them into a marriage with you". "Well maybe that was the only way he could think of. He is twelve years older than you. Although he could easily pass for a twenty five year old. Girl, that man is hot", Isabella fanned herself. "Do you want him? I will happily give him up". "Don't try to change the subject Missy. Tell me". "Okay so he came into the room".