Isabella Marie Swan Novels & Stories

ISABELLA P.O.V I didn't expect my world to crumble in one single night. One moment I was dreaming of my wedding night and being Xavier's bride, the next I’m holding a medical report… that will completely ruin me. “Congratulations Miss Isabella, you're two weeks pregnant,” the doctor said, smiling and stretching his hand forward for a handshake as he glanced from me to Xavier… If only he knew what was going on. My heartbeat slammed against my ribcage. I glanced up at Xavier as the report paper shook in my grip, tears slipping off.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

After taking a warm shower , I picked my blue suit , it always had the good luck charm attached, I effortlessly knotted my tie and picked my briefcase, heading downstairs I was welcomed with a conscience awakening aroma , I was almost used to this , mary never seized to surprise me , opening the plat way my e's scrambled eggs tasted, my eyes unconsciously closed to savour the sweetness, it is extremely delicious. I heard footsteps in the kitchen , that should be joan or mary tidying up the place , I concluded. I saw the entering figure of a younger woman with Jean bum shorts and a shoulder length Polo, it was isabella. "Good morning" she greeted smiling like a tutor whose student made proud

Isaac replies with a chuckle and then we are stepping inside the portal and within moments we are standing in front of a cosy cabin. A lady in her late 40s perhaps came out a while later. Her chestnut hair was tied back in a tight bun and she wore a pristine white maxi-style dress with small blue and pink flowers printed on it. “Isaac Renaud, to what do I owe you pleasure?” she asked with a radiant smile before her smile faltered when she took in his appearance. “You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?”

Kayla said. "Rosa,"I said as they gave me weird looks apart from Ella. "I am no longer Marie,that was my cloaked name.I was disgusing myself as you can tell but not anymore,my name is Isabella Rosa Morrone but I go by Rosa."I said at the confused team,after the information dawned upon them,they proceeded with the presentation for another thirty minutes. "Ella,call Jeremy and also stay while at it,I would love to talk to you,"I said as the team took an exit from my office.

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

" I love you too my princess " 8 months later Isabella gave birth to a beautiful baby girl they decided to name Bella after Isabella everyone thought it was too cliché but they did not care they were doing what they wanted when they wanted and this time the beauty angel looked identical to her mother. Damian Decided to retire from his illegal business dealings and mostly just handled business remotely from their island. After the birth of their daughter they decided to relocate to a Remote island where no one would track them and Damians father took over the family business again, with him primarily focusing on the illegal aspect of the business while Damian handled the legal part remotely.

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

"Look at this." She's pulled up articles about Grayson Empire from seven years ago. Business news about Alexander's expansion, his divorce settlement, his sister's death. "Why are you looking at old history?" "Because of the timeline," Marian says, pointing to one article. "Seven years ago, Isabella died in a hit-and-run accident. Remember?" Of course I remember. Isabella Grayson's death was major news in business circles. Alexander had been devastated, offered huge rewards for information, pushed hard for justice.

He took prophecies seriously and this shook his bones to the core. "What could the prophecy be?" He asked, pacing round the throne room. I shrugged, my brain working in overtime. Isabella the witch felt insulted when she last came, unhappy that I had invited her all the way for a rogue princess. I still had to make it up to her, so I wasn't sure if she would be willing to help once more. "Let's call Isabella. " I finally decided, instructing Connor. Immediately he called her, a black mist appeared in the throne room, Isabella materialising in our presence. Isabella was a young witch with raven black hair and a slender build. She was beautiful, like many witches, but with a horrid temper.