Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

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.

"Shut up, Isabella. The walls have ears, I don't want them to find out." Isabella rolls her eyes. She really can't believe that she's doing this. "If this turns out to be a full blown party for me, I'm going to be really mad." "Don't worry, it won't." Her aunt assured her so Isabella decides to take her word for it. Outside of the castle and in the forest, the werewolves gather around tables, mumbling things between themselves or eating and drinking. They recently found out that Princess Isabella is actually mated to a god. Some are envious, mostly the females while some are just happy to have a feast.

she hiccuped and glanced away, “do not worry. It will come back to its original colour with time. And Isabella… just take it one day at a time. You will understand everything when the time has come.” Isabella sighed but said nothing. The lady lingered around for a moment, still staring at her with that strange expression before she finally stood up. “You are going to be our salvation Isabella.” She said and with a nod towards Isaiah left the room, her green gown dragging behind her. Isabella spared Isaiah a glance but he wasn't looking at her. He was just staring straight ahead into nothing, his face hard and blank. “You did that on purpose,” she said without heat, “You did it on purpose. So

he asked. Isabella's eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of belonging as she replied, "I'll be bearing my maternal grandparents' name, Martinez. Arabella Martinez." Gabriel nodded in approval, acknowledging the significance of her choice. "Arabella Martinez," he repeated, testing the name on his lips. "It suits you perfectly." "Gabriel, do I look the same as before?" Isabella asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she looked at him. Gabriel met her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Yes, Isabella, your face is essentially the same as before, but you've slimmed down a bit due to the effects of the coma. You're still very recognizable," he explained, hoping to ease her concerns about her chan

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Catherine stood in silent communion with the Hollow’s Womb, now thrumming with awakened malice. “She's resisting longer than I thought,” Catherine said. “She was made for more,” Cathros replied. “But everyone breaks. Even gods.” They turned to the Obsidian Mirror, watching as Isabella fell to her knees again. --- But Isabella did not scream. She sang. Her voice was hoarse, raw—but clear. A single note, trembling but defiant, rose from her chest. Arthur stared in shock. The Choir faltered. “I remember,” Isabella whispered between phrases. “I remember my name. I remember who I was before you tried to break me.”

Gustaf The small smile that appeared on Isabella's face was enough to light up the room. Since the first time the Monaghan's had shown me a picture of her, I had considered her a beautiful woman, but I hadn't expected her to be even more beautiful in person, as well as funny and interesting.

“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?

He looked exhausted, the weight of the day’s slaughter dragging at his features. ​"Marcus is questioning the guards," Liam said. His voice was a vibration that seemed to rattle the very floorboards. "If there is a traitor left in our inner circle, I will find them. But Isabella is a rogue now, Elena. She has no pack, no status, and every Alpha in the North has seen her shame. She’s a ghost." ​"A ghost with a book of ancient blood-magic," I countered, finally turning to face him. "She faked a prophecy once with just gold and ambition. Imagine what she can do with the Moon’s own secrets."

Though Luiz pitied her, he knew the past couldn’t be undone. Meanwhile, Isabella returned to her room, her face wet with tears. Max looked up in alarm the moment he saw her. “Isabella, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her side. “Max…” Isabella threw her arms around him and began to sob. Max held her gently, leading her to sit on the edge of the bed. Through her tears, she told him everything. “So… that woman,” Max murmured, “the one your mother mentioned before—she’s that Madam?”