Isabella Marie Swan Novels & Stories

The woman he chose had to be someone who would sacrifice and give. I had been that girl. When we first had dinner together, I insisted on paying. When he mentioned in passing that he needed new sneakers, I worked a month of part-time shifts in the freezing cold to buy him a limited-edition pair for his birthday. He accepted them without a second thought, never once considering what it had cost me. We married, had Ryder, and I gave more and more, until my sacrifices became invisible. Once money began to flow, Michael wanted more. He wanted to prove himself and to prove he could provide others happiness with his wealth and power.

For the first time since the night of the fire, I felt whole. Because tonight, the world didn’t see Isabella. It saw Marisol Abram, the heiress who rose from the flames. And this time, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Despite her slender frame, her proud and poised demeanor, elegant swan - like neck, and Audrey Hepburn hairstyle exuded a regal and aloof charm. At first glance, she didn’t seem like Isabella. But after years of marriage, how could she hide from his werewolf scrutiny? Nathan Hill finally recognized her. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. He remembered the fruitless trip to the U.S., the misdirection by federal authorities, and the crushing belief that she had met with misfortune. The guilt that had plagued him all this time... Yet here she was, vibrant and stunning, standing before him. Isabella’s designs were met with thunderous applause from the audience.

“Whose name is listed as the beneficiary, Nick?” “Selena.” The name was unfamiliar, and Isabella had never heard it before. “Selena? Who... is Selena?” Nicholas finished his ice cream, his face suddenly serious as he finally said, “Selena Swan.” “What?” “Selena Swan, she’s Irene’s daughter,” Nicholas continued, staring straight at Isabella. “It seems you have a niece, Isabella.” 4o

While it was going down, the power inside turned off. Isabella reminisced and still remembers when her mom was narrating, it was funny she rolled on the floor. Alexandria used her whole body when she was telling the story like really reliving what had happened. She didn't accept the role of the second wife, but they recognized Bella as their granddaughter, so they took them in. She was 16 years old when it was revealed to her. Pity, who knew after that she would disappear...

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”

He had been Isabella's bodyguard since she was three years old. Isabella Marie Houston, a half Spanish half Irish lovely girl. Her father was Jackson Houston, the president of Houston Group developers and owners of hotels and aerospace company called the Twins Wings. Her mom was Sofia Madrigal, a beautiful socialite from a noble clan. Isabella was twelve years old but never attended formal schooling. She had private tutors and coaches training and teaching her everything she needed to learn. Wine silky long hair, light brown orbs, snow white skin, cute pointed nose, and light red full lips; she was indeed a walking princess.

Marian said, and the maid girl immediately approached Isabella. "Mrs. Sinclair, I'll walk you to the door. The young maid looked at Isabella seriously. "No, I won't leave until I get answers." Isabella declared determinedly, while the young woman in the service tried to lift her by the arm. Isabella pulled out of the grip. "Mrs. Collins, Marian... Please tell me the truth, was it your spouse? Was it Maximilian who sent her here? Isabella asked, desperate, while the young woman from the service went to get help.

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

She pauses and looks directly at me. “What was your vision about?” I find myself asking her. “She told me to find you. That you would be able to help train me and help me harness my powers. She told me to tell you to have faith, that she has great plans for you.” Isabella stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “What about the twins?” Caleb was wondering. Upon mention of the twins a tear fell from Isabella’s eyes. “Their names are Savannah, and Bryson. They are now orphans.” She stated plainly.