Isabella Marie Swan Novels & Stories

She suggested. “No, that will not be necessary. Thank you, Sylvia.” I responded and sat back into the chair deep into my thoughts as Sylvia continued reading my schedule. As soon as she walked out of the office, I sat up straight and quickly made some research on Isabella. “Isabella Cruiz…” I read out her name as I typed into the search bar. There were numerous result but I was able to narrow it down to her through her connection with Matteo. “Let's see what we have here.” I breathed and read through her profile thoroughly, digesting every information I could lay my hands on.

They stood in comfortable silence, two people who'd found each other in the worst circumstances and built something beautiful from the wreckage. Isabella thought about her parents. About Victor. About Vincent. About all the people who'd shaped her journey. Some through love. Some through cruelty. All of them part of the story that had led her here. She was Isabella Moretti Blackwell. Daughter of Lorenzo and Maria. Wife of Damien. Sister to Christopher. Director of the Moretti Fund. Builder of systems that helped instead of hurt. That was enough. More than enough. It was everything. --- **Final Scene**

It was Maria. She had abandoned her professional black suit for a simple, high-collared gray dress. She looked smaller than she had in the medical wing, more fragile, but her eyes, the eyes that had watched me from the shadows of the Blackwood kitchen were wide with a frantic, uncharacteristic desperation. "Isabella," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Valencia," I corrected, my tone as cold as the marble floors beneath us. "Isabella is currently rotting in a box of dead roses on the floor of the Rossi foyer. Did you miss the feed, Maria? Or were you too busy filing intelligence reports for your boss?"

"It’s me." My stomach dropped. "Father. Is everything okay? Is Sarah—" "Your mother is fine," he said quickly. "She’s safe. That’s not why I’m calling." There was a heavy pause. "It’s Isabella," he said. The name sucked the oxygen out of the room. The real Isabella. "Is she...?" "She’s waking up," Mr. Reed said, his voice cracking with emotion. "The doctors say the swelling is down. She moved her hand last night. Her brain activity is spiking. The specialist is giving us a timeline."

She'd been understanding, compassionate, quick to step back and give me space to care for someone who clearly needed my protection. I should have known it was too easy. Of course Isabella wouldn't simply accept being displaced by another woman. She was a Cohen, raised in a world of strategy and manipulation, educated in the art of getting what she wanted regardless of obstacles. And what she wanted, apparently, was to secure her position as my wife by any means necessary. Even if it meant targeting the most vulnerable person in my life. I was halfway across the sidewalk when I heard the crash. Through the windows, I saw Maria tumble from her wheelchair in a chaos of overturned china and spil

His new personal assistant: Isabella Kane. She had started two weeks ago, and from the very first day, Skyler had been ruined. Isabella was 24, with long wavy black hair that fell like liquid silk down her back, sharp emerald-green eyes that sparkled with quiet intelligence, and an effortless sensuality that made the air feel thicker whenever she entered a room. But it was her feet that had completely destroyed him.

Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please" "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with Anna,you're just jealous coz she's prettier than you!" Aurora shouted at the one who made the bad comment "Aurora please" Annabella muttered and Aurora scoffed. Everyone set to work after that Annabella sighed out and wore her apron,somehow she still wondered if the man is the Thadeus or just a random Thadeus. •••• Gregor's island is probably one of the biggest one would ever see,it's all painted in pure white with no single stain on it,people prefer calling it a paradise coz its just extraordinary

The people admired their rulers, not only for their commitment to the kingdom's well-being but also for the love and unity they embodied. On a day that marked the anniversary of Isabella's passing, the kingdom came together to celebrate her memory and honor the ongoing work of the Princess Isabella Foundation. Gabriel, Elena, and Sofia stood before the gathered crowd, sharing stories of love, resilience, and the power of making a difference. It was a bittersweet moment, as they remembered Isabella's impact and the love that had sparked their own journeys.

"I was caught by His Majesty by that time and was healed by Lady Isabella." "Lady... Isabella?" I asked, unsure, looking at Rachelle for confirmation about who she was. Rachelle's smile had a sense of meaning in it. It was as if just the mere mention of Lady Isabella was enough for her to know who she was. In fact, the way she was smiling meant she knew her. "She is the second daughter of our mother and the second to the oldest," she answered. "She goes by the deity name, Iseldis, known as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting."

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”