Isabella Marie Swan Novels & Stories

I again struggled to get out of his mother's grip but one guard joined her and together, they made sure I stayed still. “Do you, Isabella Rossi, take…" “No, Hell No!" I cut the priest off. “I don't know him. I've never met him in my life. I was kidnapped from my wedding after they shot my fiance, forced to wherever heaven knows and now, I'm being forced to marry a man I am almost positive is the mastermind behind my misery. I would rather marry the devil than get married to him." I say in one breath, pointing at the handsome man staring at me with a blank expression on his face.

" Mother called with a gasp seeing the threat in my eyes. "How beautiful does this sound as a tabloid headline? ‘Isabella Walters, daughter to businessman, Walters Loup, and Flora Walters get dropped from the bridal candidates for Alpha Greyson Ferdinand, due to promiscuous behavior./It was disclosed that both Mother and Daughter teamed up to make the adopted daughter, Calista, a substitute for Isabella’s virginity testing, and were planning on defrauding the Ferdinand’s family with a lie.’ How does it sound?” I asked and the whole dining room was quiet.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

Isabella's moonlight monitor beeped steadily. "I'm dying," Isabella said. "We both know it." I stayed silent. Even weakened, she still had that calculating look. "Before I join the eternal hunt, I have confessions," she continued. She struggled to sit up. "I'm not Vivian Stone's daughter." I kept my face blank. But my mind raced. "I'm the illegitimate pup of Theresa Rivers and Richard Stone," Isabella said. Her voice grew stronger. "Theresa switched us as pups. She gave Vivian her real daughter while keeping me hidden."

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

She wiped Isabel’s injured body clean with a wet towel and waited for the doctor’s arrival. Xavi returned with the doctor, who did a thorough check up on Isabel and confirmed that she was in a coma, but he admitted that he wasn’t certain how soon she would regain her consciousness. Paulina’s sadness turned to happiness on hearing the news. She believed there was a glimmer of hope in her daughter’s case because Isabel was a strong werewolf.

Two years later at a TV studio for the show “One” Norway. “Hello, everyone. We are here today to interview the world-famous model Silje Kim. Oh, there she is, walking out. Do you see her? She has arrived right on time for her interview. The audience is turning around to get a glimpse of her. Yes, that’s right. Beautiful long black hair, calm black eyes, exotic features, and a gorgeous body. She was one of the top Asian models in New York until recently when she retired after getting married. She wrote an autobiography titled ‘The Swan’ which is receiving enormous attention from the public. In her book, Silje Kim talks about the terrible racism she experienced in her youth, going through an a

But that had been before her daughter ran away. Was it possible? For Connie's sake, could she move to Marshlands and live a lie? Surely it was too much to ask of any woman . . . But she wasn't any woman. She was Isabella Sanchez Ryder, who, in her twenty-three years, and without meaning to in the least, had brought more chaos into the life of an honourable man than he could reasonably have been expected to put up with.

She isn’t really good with words as she rarely have a conversation with people but she prayed the Lyra wouldn’t let those negative criticisms affects her. The ballet dancers were shocked when the music played it came from the famous ballet piece “Swan Lake” the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Catherine’s eyes widened upon seeing Lyra’s performance up close. She felt that as if she’s already seeing a real performance. She already seen a dozen performance of Swan Lake because it was one of her favorite and Lyra was just as good as those who had performed the Sugar Plum Fairy. Lyra’s performance was perfection itself and even Anita knew that Lyra was the one they were

I whispered to Isabella, "Isabella, can you hear me? Stay with me ". I brushed Isabella's hair from her forehead. Isabella moved a little. Her eyes opened, but not all the way. My hand was steady on Isabella's shoulder.I felt guilty. How did I let Isabella be alone like this knowing how weak Isabella was? This fainting spell was not a thing. It was a warning. Isabella was pushing herself hard. Hiding too much and it really scared me.Isabella's lips. She whispered,