Isabella's Lullaby Lyrics Novels & Stories

No matter how much I fought, I couldn't break free. When I came to, I heard a familiar voice. "Welcome home, Isabella Moretti." I struggled to lift my head and saw the sneering face of a stranger, and next to him, Liliana. Seeing me struggle on the ground like a wounded animal, she let out a manic laugh. "Look at you now, Princess Isabella! The noble Moretti blood, crawling on the ground like a bitch! How does it feel? Thrilling?" I trembled, looking at the scene before me. "What do you want? Who are these men?"

The smell of waste on them alone was enough to make me retch. "Lord, please! Let me go! I promise I'll never bother the two of you again!" I backed away as if my life depended on it, but Isabella's leg kept me from going further. "Isabella, you're already married to my father. Can't I at least keep her as a plaything for my pent-up frustration?" I heard Frank's angry voice, followed by two consecutive gunshots. The vagrants collapsed one after another. Isabella immediately ran to Frank, crying as her fists rained on his sculpted chest. "You haven't been inside me since I returned. Are you truly concerned about my status, or have you already fallen in love with her?"

“Let me go!” Isabella shouted from the top of her lungs. She was struggling to release her hands from the ropes encaging them behind her back. It was useless, there was no result other than making her feel all weak and pathetic. “W-what is this place? And what are you talking about? M-my sister is fine!” Her voice was breaking as her heart thundered erratically against her chest. ‘Luisa must be safe! Please, God, let my sister be safe!’

“Because now I don’t feel like leaving this house again.” Her heart fluttered wildly. God. The things this man says to her. Isabella smiled faintly before something else surfaced inside her chest again. Concern. Her mother. The smile slowly faded from her face. Lorenzo noticed immediately. “What is it?” Isabella hesitated. Then whispered softly, “Can I speak to my mother?” Lorenzo studied her carefully. “She’s safe.” “I know,” Isabella said quickly. “But I need to hear her voice.” Something softened briefly in Lorenzo's expression again.

“We’re good, Jax. Keep your eyes on the road instead of our love life.” Isabella let out a small laugh. First real sound she’d made since the messenger. It hit me square in the ribs. “Tell him to play something,” she said. “Something loud. I need noise.” I pressed the button again. “Jax. Music. Now. Something that doesn’t make us want to jump out the window.” “Roger that, boss.” A second later, a fast rock beat blasted through the speakers. Jax’s taste was raw, angry, and perfect.

"Baby's okay. Just a little stuffy." "Bella help baby feel better?" "How would Bella help?" She thought about it. "Sing to baby?" "That's a lovely idea." Isabella leaned close to Claudia. Started singing—completely off-key, mostly nonsense words, but earnest. "Twinkle twinkle little baby, you are Bella's sister maybe, Bella loves you very much, even though you cry too much..." David stifled a laugh. "That's beautiful, Bella," I said. "Baby feel better now?" "I think she does."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have looked so upset. Suddenly, Isabella thought of Lila's words and glanced at Quinn. Common men didn't bear to say no to pretty girls. She wondered if he really disliked women. It made her look at him with inquiry. Was it a good thing for her if he disliked women? Beautiful music was played. It was a song she was familiar with. She liked the song a lot. It was named "The Fragrance of You". As she listened, she hummed. Joy touched her face. Her eyes were pure, making her look like a fairy.

And speaks with the city’s voice, sweet and terrible: Inform Tía Rosa that the game has changed this time. No more reflections. This time you deliver the article to me. I will go and fetch her personally.” The broadcast switches, to static. The lights in the restaurant die. Each candle Mamá ignited burns red with flames reaching, up to three feet touching the ceiling. The jukebox starts playing. The same lullaby. Only now the lyrics are in Isla’s voice, five years old and pure as a knife: “Duérmete, mi niña… the city desires your glow…

She looked at the screen, then at her son. Work could wait but as for Lucas, he could not. She closed the laptop fully this time and placed it on the table beside her. “Okay,” she said. “Only one song.” Lucas smiled immediately, his fear gone like it was never there. He adjusted himself comfortably on the bed, resting his head on her lap. Isabella took a deep breath and began to sing softly. Her voice was calm and warm, filling the room slowly. It was not perfect, but it carried love, and that was enough.

--- At the edge of the Root, as Arthur sat awake for the first time in days, a song began to echo. Not from the sky. Not from the earth. But from within Isabella. A lullaby in a voice she couldn’t remember, and yet knew in her bones. She fell to her knees, the lyrics cutting into her heart like blades. Arthur caught her as she screamed. Above them, the Hollow darkened. And the Elders smiled.