Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

“But we’ll continue this another time.” Without another word, Logan turned and walked out the door, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and the memory of his whispered words lingering in the air. As the door clicked shut, Isabella stood there in the silence, her heart still pounding. She couldn’t help but wonder who Logan Blakk really was, and why, despite the fear that curled in her stomach, there was a part of her—a small, reckless part—that was drawn to him. And that terrified her more than anything else.

“We’re good, Jax. Keep your eyes on the road instead of our love life.” Isabella let out a small laugh. First real sound she’d made since the messenger. It hit me square in the ribs. “Tell him to play something,” she said. “Something loud. I need noise.” I pressed the button again. “Jax. Music. Now. Something that doesn’t make us want to jump out the window.” “Roger that, boss.” A second later, a fast rock beat blasted through the speakers. Jax’s taste was raw, angry, and perfect.

the maid said gently before leaving the room. And for the first time that night, Isabella was alone. Truly alone. She stepped toward the mirror. And froze. Her reflection stared back at her. Eyes red. Makeup ruined. Hair disheveled. A girl she barely recognized. Isabella's lips trembled slightly. Tears welled up again. But this time, she didn’t fight them. She let them fall. Quietly. As everything she had been holding in finally surfaced. The pain. The shame.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

The woman holds her cheek in her hands, her eyes surprised. “You have no authority anymore Thalia, and if you do not stop from giving orders to pack members and guards, then I will have to have you removed. I couldn’t care less who you are or what you think! This is OVER! Stop or leave.” Isabella screams. Elijah wraps his arms around her, kissing her temple, while his mother cries with fake tears. She’s demanding him to reject her and cast her out. He rolls his eyes.

she continues, her voice taking on a tone that makes my blood run cold, "the kind of ground Isabella has taken now is extremely dangerous ground indeed. It will require nothing less than the power of a celestial force to take her down and undo the damage she has wrought." "What do you mean?" I ask, though I'm not sure I want to hear the answer. "Isabella has joined the realm of madness," Morgana explains, her words heavy with terrible import. "Whatever transformation she has undergone is not completely pure, but something far more dangerous and corrupt. She has embraced powers that should never be wielded by mortal beings, and the consequences—"

As my lips moved against his, he gradually took over. He was one hell of a kisser. When I pulled away to gaze into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make me go weak in the knees. Is this what it means to meet your soulmate? "Do you know me?" I slurred, and he raised a brow. "Who doesn't know you? You're Isabella Moreno, granddaughter of one of the richest men in New York," he responded, a certain glint in his eyes.

Her hands trembled slightly. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, standing tall against the imposing figure of Leo. Her lips curled into a defiant smirk, but her eyes betrayed the turmoil brewing inside her. “What do you want me to say, Leo?” she asked, her voice sharp yet controlled. “That I'll just stand by and watch you chase after someone who doesn't deserve you? Lucy is my maid, and—” Leo cut her off, stepping closer, his voice slicing through her words like a blade. “Just because she's your maid doesn't mean she can't become my mate.” His tone was firm, and the intensity in his eyes made Isabella falter for a split second.

Desmier Isabella lowered her head, hiding behind her hands as she cried. No noises left her, but there was no missing how worked up she was. Her shoulders shook. Her long, red, wavy curls hung low, curtaining her face. Crouched over on the floor, she looked broken and wretched with the end of that call. From a Rossini.

“Alex, I like you more. I love you more, Alex.” Magdalena begged him to say something, anything, but it was useless. Soon, she woke from the tormenting dream and realized that Albert was lying beside her, the exact image of Alex. For the first few moments, she couldn’t remember where she was or what she was doing, and she screamed in fright. It was already getting dark outside, and she decided it was time to leave. She woke Albert and asked him to drive her to the car. “Please, don’t go,” Albert said calmly. “If you want, call home and tell them the road has been blocked because of an accident and you can’t make it back. Please, think about yourself for once. And don’t leave me alone tonight