Isabella Novels & Stories

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.”

Any avenue she had, she always want to show the little girl how much she disliked her. Isabella's mother was the most loyal and one of the most ranked maids in the palace. She was always at the right hand of the Queen. She was loved by all the queens because of her intelligence, hardworking and outstanding communication skills. She could speak many languages fluently. Isabella's mother got married to Justin, Dave's best friend. Isabella's father was the first to die, then some months later, Isabella's mother also died. It was known to everyone that She died after a

But Elena had been quicker than she anticipated, and now Isabella was left feeling humiliated and vulnerable. Isabella had been overjoyed earlier in the day when Elizabeth had invited her to the Niki restaurant. However, her excitement quickly turned to rage when she spotted Elena making her way towards the entrance. Isabella had planned to confront Elena and physically harm her, but before she could even approach her, Elena had spilled wine all over her. Now, Isabella was left with no choice but to play the victim and seek comfort from Elizabeth, who seemed to be b

he asked. Isabella's eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of belonging as she replied, "I'll be bearing my maternal grandparents' name, Martinez. Arabella Martinez." Gabriel nodded in approval, acknowledging the significance of her choice. "Arabella Martinez," he repeated, testing the name on his lips. "It suits you perfectly." "Gabriel, do I look the same as before?" Isabella asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she looked at him. Gabriel met her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Yes, Isabella, your face is essentially the same as before, but you've slimmed down a bit due to the effects of the

I didn’t miss the way his eyes were on me for a moment too long, as if assessing me, as if he knew exactly what was going on inside my head. Isabel stepped forward, and the room seemed to fall silent for a moment. She flashed a smile that was all teeth, her eyes glinting with a knowing look. "I’m Isabel Ortega," she said, her voice was practically dripping with charm. "But most people call me Electra."

I gnashed my teeth, clenching my fist and I let out a wide grin. No, they don’t get to be happy.Not after everything.Not while I’m still here. They think they can toss me outside. No. They will all play my game. Isabella .. sweet, fragile Isabella. Always the saint, always the adored one. Everyone rushes to protect her, to pity her. But I see her for what she is .. weak, naïve, easily broken. She thinks she’s free because Xavier holds her hand. She thinks her knight has saved her. How tragic.

“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.

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.

“Not even Isabella.” I froze, but not enough for anyone to notice. Who the hell was Isabella? “Speaking of Isabella, where is she?” Dianne asked in a tone that clearly stated she wasn't a fan of the said Isabella. “Zie? Care to tell me who this Isabella they're talking about is?” I asked through the mindlink. “Someone Dianne despises,” she responded, as if that wasn't obvious already. “Anything else?” “She's Keira’s friend. Only friend if you excuse Evelyn and–”

Isabella said as the lady was helping her into a rope. She was placed to sit in front of a mirror as she returned to the room. "Why are you doing this?" Isabella asked the lady as she took up a brush. The lady brushes her blonde hair that stretches below her waist. "You have beautiful hair," she said. Isabella, not getting a response to her question, again pleaded with her to let her go. "You belong here with your alpha mate," the lady responded and kept on brushing her hair. Hit by the revelation, Isabella exclaimed, "I already have a mate, a beta. Please tell your