Isabella Lovestory Age 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...

Yet, receiving an open insult before other people was too much. However, she didn’t want to create a rift in the Da Costa family. So Rosalind approached Gabriel and held his hand. “Gabe, Isabella is still too young. Please forgive her.” “She is a year older than you, but it feels like you are much older than her.” Gabriel let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. “I’m sorry on her behalf. She won’t do such a thing again.” “I’ve already forgiven her. Please, don’t be too hard on her.”

Isabella who was still in shock at the turn of event looked at her. She looked too young to know her as a high warlock, “Ho- How-“ her voice came out hoarse. She cleared her throat and tried again. “How old are you?” She asked “I am 19 years.” Sarah replied “Do you know who I am?” Isabella asked “I have heard stories about you. Up until this morning everyone thought you were murdered. Well they all still do, but the head maid assigned me to you when the high warlock asked that a maid be assigned to the dungeons.” She explained

Five years ago... 17 year old Isabella waited alongside the rest of the Yates family members with their maids and butlers, outside the family mansion. As usual, she was positioned at the back of the maids, and her presence was just as important as that of Angela who was standing beside her. She was basically invisible.

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

She ran away with Edmund’s younger brother and left her alone. Out of grief, their father soon followed their mother to the otherworld, leaving Isabella with a load of debts and having to tend to herself at only eighteen years old. To top all the tragedies, her boyfriend took advantage of her vulnerability and tried to introduce her to prostitution. All that while Luisa was living her life to the fullest with the younger Stark. ‘What was his name? I feared asking Edmund after we met. Was it Noah perhaps? Yes, Noah sounds familiar. I think this is it.’

"I'm one of the younger players, but I've been all about football since I was a kid. Besides, even if I'm young, there are even younger players." I wrinkle my eyebrows. Something doesn't add up. Isabella said Lionel proposed to her two years ago when they were eighteen. But that really doesn't make any sense. Not if Lionel is turning twenty-two. I lean forward. "Can I ask you a personal question?" Curiosity shimmers in his eyes. "Go ahead." "Okay, I know you have dated many women, but..." I take a deep breath. This is the moment of truth. "Do you remember dating a girl named Isabella?"

She makes him blush. "I love you most." Christian reciprocates. Isabella finally returns home the next day and calls on the council. "I have decided to present my fiancé to everyone here by this time tomorrow." Isabella, put them in suspense… "Why are you stressing yourself when we all are aware that Xavier is one?" Lord Harrington told her. "Xavier or not Xavier. I am bringing home my Prince Charming." Isabella makes it louder. "If this was the reason you embarked on your sudden trip yesterday, then you failed because I won't allow you to have such a marriage." "You lied to us; you made us believe that you loved Christian. Little did we know that you had a lover, someone." Grandpa thought.

Isabella's POV "Where is it?" I whispered hastily under my breath. Hi, my name is Isabella to be precise Isabella Joy Wilds. I live in a medium-sized town called ‘Roseville’ with my parents and older sister. I am a 5'3 feet tall girl, with thick shoulder length, curly, natural ginger-brown hair paired with brown-ish hazel eyes courtesy of my dad. "Where in the world is that stupid shoe?" I shouted as I pulled my hair in frustration.

Isabella, too, began to see Gabriel not only as her caregiver but as a friend and confidant. One evening, under the starlit sky, Gabriel gathered his courage and expressed his feelings to Isabella. He confessed his love, fully aware of the complexities and challenges that lay ahead. The princess was taken aback, her heart touched by Gabriel's sincerity and devotion. She had always dreamed of finding true love, but she had resigned herself to a life of solitude due to her condition.