Isabella Marie Swan Novels & Stories

ISABELLA The next morning, after a day of relaxation and bonding, reality comes knocking. It's not the way I'd ever expected. I'm walking out of my class, adjusting the strap of my bag, when a woman in a charcoal grey blazer steps into my path. She isn't a student, and she carries the weary, authoritative air of someone who spends their days looking at transcripts and disciplinary files. "Isabella Jordans?" she asks. "Yes?" "I’m Dean Halloway. Please, come to my office. We have some discrepancies to discuss regarding your historical housing records."

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni

"Mother, you instructed Ragriel that we can finally go back. Is it safe to say that we can really go back now?" Mother held my face. I could see that She was smiling. "Yes, my dearest. Desmond changed in a better way." "Just as Cornelius to Isabella, is that it?" Isabella's mate was the Alpha of the South Monterey pack whose name was Cornelius. My second older sister, Isabella was not residing in the royal palace since she needed to return to the pack, South Monterey pack, that sponsored her from studying in the royal academy as a pack doctor. Mother said that it was the right time for Isabella to face her second mate who had changed for the better.

"Good day, father...I and my fiancee here would like to get married." Even as he said it like it meant nothing, realization seeped into Maria, that this was no longer a distinct concept, it was an idea that was currently taking manifestation before her. She clenched and unclenched her hand, before dabbing slowly the hem of her dress to keep herself on track. A smile rose on his face, "Call me Father Abraham, my congratulations to you both for your found love." He looked around as if for more people, "are you doing this alone?"

Devo smirked. I opened the door for Isabella at the truck. She climbed into her seat and sighed. It must have felt like such a long day for her. After I drop Niles and Devo off, I’m going to take her home, run a warm bath for her, and pamper her all night. As soon as we started moving, I explained that Isabella was a mafia princess and had been betrothed to Antonio. “Holy shit,” Devo expressed. “Was that the dude who was at the rally?”

ISABELLA’S POV I sat on the edge of the bed in Sebastian’s apartment, staring at the floor as the legend of Ophelia replayed over and over in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t shake. The white wolf—that’s what they called me now. A being of power, prophecy, and apparently endless tragedy. My hands trembled as I ran fingers through my hair, feeling the white strands spreading like frost taking over red leaves in autumn. Who was I really? Isabella Marie Hart? A lone kid turned werewolf? Or Ophelia reborn, doomed to love and die in cycles?

, Isabella requested her father’s assistant, a young man called Willie. “Sure Ma’am. I understand. I will do a discreet investigation and tell you about her asap.” “By tonight if possible”, Isabella pressed. “Tonight?”, Willie was flabbergasted at the urgency. “Yes. Whatever you can by tonight. Rest later. But I need some information before dinner time”, Isabella ordered. She had to make her presence felt by the Hills from the beginning, she decided. After all, she was not a nobody. Her face looked down from billboards across the city. She was Isabella Sinclair, a heiress.

Everyone thought he was the only son of the king. “Hi, I am Lianne. I am Logan’s younger sister. Just three years younger than him and Blake. So, what’s your name?” I blinked at her huge grin. “I-uhm, I’m Isabella. People call me Isa. I-I don’t have any siblings…” ”You have now! I’m so excited to finally have a sister!” She once again squealed and even bounced herself on the bed that was beside us. She pulled me down and I sat beside her.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage but I didn’t mind it right now. I’ve been communicating with my fiancé for a long time now over letters.

Isabella lunged at her like a wounded lion ready to kill her. “You did this to me. You allowed me to be violated. For what?” she screamed. The guest gasped at the crazy woman attacking the bride and called for security. As Isabella slapped Sandra a hand pulled her off her and pushed her away. She fell to the ground with a thud. Then she realised how many eyes were on her. “I can explain. William let me explain.” Isabella begged unable to meet him in the eye. “You disgust me.” He said. She looked at her step mother and her step sister. They both had the same knowing smirk. Isabella believed that they were the ones that staged everything. From her drugging to this false marriage.