Isabella Novels & Stories

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

I swallowed too quickly. Isabella stepped forward with a bright smile, almost too bright. “I don’t think we’ve met yet, but have heard a lot about you, Mrs Verona,” she said, extending her hand politely. “I’m Isabella.” Her tone carried something deliberate beneath it. She emphasized on the ‘Mrs’ intentionally, like something possessive. Damien didn’t move her hand from his arm. He didn’t correct her either. He let her stay close to him, close and beautiful and sure of herself.

The friend she had mourned, the friend she had failed. She crossed the room and knelt before the sofa, her knees pressing into the soft wool of the rug. Isaac stirred, lifting his golden eyes to study her face. He did not seem afraid anymore. Only curious. "Hey, Isaac," Ysabella said softly, a smile trembling on her lips. "Did you know that I have a daughter? Her name is Aileen. She is almost exactly your age. I have a feeling you would love to meet her. She is very bossy, just like her mother."

She melted the Ice King. Isabella set her phone down and stared at the name on the screen. Ella Reynolds. She tasted the name, rolled it around in her mind, measured it for weakness. "Ella," she said aloud, to the empty restaurant. "What a pretty name for such a stupid girl." She smiled—a real smile this time, cold and sharp and utterly without mercy. The game had just begun. And Isabella Rossi had never lost a game she wanted to win.

Albert managed to gather what little strength he had left and barely whispered: “Magdalena… I’m… not Alex. I never did anything wrong to you.” Magdalena, who had been standing with her back to him, immediately turned around. Her face was filled with fury. “Albert? Hahaha! What difference does it make? You were both made from the same rotten seed. I hate you both. You both took my daughter away from me, so now you’ll both burn together in the fires of hell."

(Guys, from here inwards, Isabella will be called Bella. Enjoy!) Years ago Isabella Grey was 6 years old when her mother died. It was barely three months after her mother's death that her father brought home another wife. They even had a daughter who is a year older than Isabella. Her new mother was none other than her mother's best friend aunt May.

"Oh?! Your Kingdom ain't the only one that trades with the Imperial Inhumanes," “What’s your name?” Luna asked. The marked woman smirked. “Since you are going to die anyway. I do tell. Am an Hunter from the Forest Nymphs Kingdom, I’m called, Isabella.” “You know what, Isabella?” “What?” “Your kind talks too much!!” Luna said as she went to Isabella with a kick, Isabella reeled back from the kick, that same moment she touched her huge sword, giving out a strange and awful smell in the environment as it glowed in the color of jade.

Some of my friends called me fool concerning this,they Said i didn't respect my late wife i just want peace for my new family, Isabella is not like Nicole when it comes to reasoning yet she loved celine like her own which is enough for me it didn't occur to me that Isabella has been calling until she shouted,i have been lost in thought Isabella shouted at me What are you thinking,have been calling you Am deep in thought,i couldn't hear her calling me Am sorry, Isabella release herself from my hug and left in annoyance Am sorry Dear,he pleaded Keep your sorry to your

That didn’t sound good at all and soon too? “What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!” “Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest number of children in the world, one hundred and twenty-two.” That put Angela in relief but that meant someone else was going to die.

“And do you know who I am? Do not dare come after me, Isabella because you will lose. I am Cinderella Mackenzie, I run this town, I make the rules, and trust me I always win. Ask around about the people that have messed with me if they lived to see another day” she said and with that she stood up and walked away. Isabella, who felt embarrassed, turned and saw the two gossip ladies staring at her. “What are you staring at?” she yelled and they quickly looked away. TBC