Isabella Lovestory Age Novels & Stories

Mr Daniels says. I reply with a lie “Of course I will” I’m never coming back here, sorry. Little Isabella grabs onto my leg for another hug. She’s such a sweet girl, way beyond her years for only being six. She’s so smart and beautiful with eyes just like her dad. Her almost black hair reaches her shoulders and she tucks a strand behind her ear looking up to me. She opens her mouth to speak but starts to cry instead, I kneel down to her level.

"Isabella is still young and doesn’t understand everything. I hope you can let her off this time, considering our past." I burst into laughter. "If I remember correctly, Isabella Blackwood is actually a year older than me. How is she still 'young'? And as for our past, I can’t see how you could consider the times you all bullied me as something to reminisce about. Sorry, but I’m not into masochism."

(Guys, from here inwards, Isabella will be called Bella. Enjoy!) Years ago Isabella Grey was 6 years old when her mother died. It was barely three months after her mother's death that her father brought home another wife. They even had a daughter who is a year older than Isabella. Her new mother was none other than her mother's best friend aunt May.

Just basic information: age, family name, marital status. Luna Isabella had been twenty-five when the pack fell. Our Isabella claimed to be twenty-six now—about right for the timeline. Luna Isabella had been trained as a warrior before her marriage. Our Isabella moved like someone with combat experience she was trying to hide. Luna Isabella had a son who died during the invasion. Our Isabella reacted to mentions of children with barely concealed grief. The pieces fit. Almost too well. But "almost" wasn't proof. And without proof, I couldn't act.

Lucian carried Isabella in a snug carrier while Isla held Aaric’s hand, guiding him to the entrance. It was Liam, smiling but still carrying that dangerous charm that had once used to annoy Lucian. He held out his arms, and Aaric ran straight into them, giving him a hug. “Liam! You’re here!” “I wouldn’t miss this,” Liam said warmly. “How’s my little niece?” Isla chuckled, holding Isabella up so Liam could see her tiny features. “She’s two years old now. Full of curiosity and already stealing hearts.” Isabella was everyone's princess. From Blackwells to Duforts, Kian - Selene to Leo and Elena, they all loved and pampered her every time.

Wearing my shoe , I figured out her room would be at the corner , as there was almost no disturbance there , as I passed by Isabella's room I imagined what she would be doing, getting to her mother's room , I knocked on the door , "come in" She looked very bright , it's been twenty years since I last saw her , she definitely wouldn't remember me anymore , I didn't need her to either ways. "How are you feeling today ?" I asked her "I'm better and feel strong enough to punch two persons " she joked in return "I would advice you don't " I smiled ,she was a beautiful woman , I think that's where her daughter got the killer looks "I'm messing around with you boy " boy?, It's been awhile I was cal

"And you just don't stand there like a dumb doll, go study" Mrs Parker told her younger daughter walking out of the room. Too many who viewed the scene might feel like Mrs Parker was not a huge fan of Her younger daughter but that was not the case. Mrs Parker loved all her children dearly. Isabella was 20 years old and in third year of Graduation. She was both loved by her mother and father for she had always been an easy child. She was never demanding or cause any trouble to her parents in her teenage years.

Isabella POV Isabella sat in her study, her fingers steepled together as she listened to her spy's report. "He has hired a new housekeeper," the spy said. "A young woman, no more than 40 years old. She is from a small village in the countryside." Isabella nodded. "I see. "What else do you know about her?" she asked. "She is very quiet," the spy said. "She keeps to herself mostly. But she does seem to be very good at her job."

“Isabella?..“ She turned slowly and the moment she saw me , her eyes lighted up with delightfulness and screamed, “Lovia!…” We both laughed and hugged each other joyfully. Isabella was almost like a sister to me, but we got separated when she moved abroad after college . We asked each other what was going on in our lives and spent the whole day at the yoga class talking about ourselves. That's when I found out something more delicious. Isabella is now the fiance of the great Alexander McQueen, one of the leaders of the YBA billionaire circle. “ Wow, the universe never seize to amaze me..“ I thought, he brought just a perfect pawn that can lead me into that circle.

She spilled a full glass of red wine on Isabella, claiming it was unintentional, but Isabella wouldn't believe it even if she were beaten to death. Where Nora was, there were always those young socialites who liked to flatter, eagerly waiting to see others' misfortunes. Isabella's hand hanging at her side clenched and relaxed repeatedly before she restrained the urge to punch someone. Fists wouldn't solve the problem. "I've just turned twenty." She suddenly said. "What?" Nora and the others seemed to not quite understand her meaning. Could it be the effect of too much red wine, saying nonsense like this? Isabella took a tissue and casually wiped the wine stains off her skirt, speaking calmly