Isabella Marie Swan Novels & Stories

“But I feel like I’m coming back from another life.” That is precisely what she is doing. The woman who left was Isabella Romano, captured and betrayed. The woman returning is Isabella Volkov, mother, wife, and sovereign of this new world. The scars are permanent, but the identity is new, unyielding, and whole.

The auction is about to take place stay quiet and do as your told". She frowns as confusion flooded through her mind when suddenly blinding lights where turned on brightening the dark room. She quints as her eyes slowly adjust to the bright lights that's when she heard the voice speaking again. " Good evening ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Isabella Smith but as most of you know her as the runner" Isabella frowned as she heard this. " Isabella is 18 years old approximately 5" 7 and 120 pounds. Her hair is naturally black, and her eyes are deep chocolate brown, she is also known to be quite fiery, she's a virgin, so her innocence her more valuable, with her natural exotic beauty

replied Evandor moving towards him but Rose held his arm. “Are you certain that she is Isabella’s reincarnation?” asked Rose in a serious tone. “I am. Trust me, Ms. Swan is Isabella’s reincarnation. She has the same eyes, same innocent face, same kind personality” Evandor explained and Rose saw the spark in his eyes, she had seen centuries ago when Evandor used to talk about Isabella. “But a different mate” Theodore added with a small chuckle and got a smack from Evandor as a reward.

He was shocked as she walked inside the room with her head held high and fingers interlacedmim in front of her. "My dear, who might you be?" the King asked with a warm smile seeing her delicate features and timid appearance. "My... my name is Isabella Swan. I am the daughter of Amador Swan. The Alpha of The Blue Lagoon Pack." she says, unable to look up. My brother Brandon was about to stand, making me look at him puzzled.

ISABELLA I watched the sun rise on my wedding day with dry eyes and a hollow feeling in my chest. Sleep had been impossible, so I'd spent the night in my studio, finishing the commission that had seemed so important just days ago. Now the completed canvas leaned against the wall, a stranger's work created by a woman who no longer existed. By noon, Isabella Caldwell would disappear, replaced by Isabella Blackwood,wife of a man who had orchestrated her family's destruction.

"No... that is structurally impossible... she was taken off the board..." Matteo snapped his head toward his mentor. "Give me the identity, Gabriel. You know her?" Gabriel swallowed hard, his voice dropping into a horrified whisper that carried decades of secrets. "...Isabella." Lorrie’s brow furrowed, a new, toxic spike of unease hitting her stomach. "Who is Isabella?" Gabriel’s eyes remained fixed on the white silhouette. "The only high-born woman... Lorenzo Dimitri was ever legally and strategically supposed to marry."

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

Her cheeks are a bit covered with freckles but that doesn't affect her in anyway. I can almost see the confidence she carries herself in. She's not afraid of anything. "Jas! It's good to see you to too." This unknown woman hugs Jasmine too and by the way she called Jasmine, I presume that she knows more about her. "Evelyn, I'd like you to meet my mate, Isabella. And Isabella, this is Evelyn, the birthday girl and goddess of the seasons." Evelyn twirls in her pink ball gown and winks. "That's why they call me, Evelyn."

she would never hear the end of it. Seeing Bella rushing past her to the kitchen, Mary was dissatisfied and mumbled to herself unhappily… then she had a last look at the kitchen and went to her room. “Be fast. I want my breakfast in 5 minutes” came Mary’s grumbling voice inside the kitchen. Bella shook her head lightly and began to cook breakfast for the family. Isabella is a high school graduate. Though she is petite, she is a beauty with her sandy blonde long hair which reached her waist and eyes as blue as the pacific ocean which always had a special attractiveness to it, which made people who saw her eyes to get lost in its beauty.

“No wonder Marietta didn’t approve of you marrying her son. Your background is… unfortunate.” Sunny clenched her dress tightly under the table. So Elmy’s mother is even worse than her daughter. “So?” Sunny said flatly. “Marietta is dead now. There’s nothing stopping you from being with Zayne anymore,” Isabella replied calmly. Sunny blinked, staring at her. “What are you trying to say?” “I simply want… to work with you,” Isabella said. Her smile didn’t change—but somehow, it felt dangerous. “You get what you want. So do I.”