Isabella's Lullaby Lyrics Novels & Stories

What a coincidence, Mom. Sherry handed her the lyrics she had just printed in the office. "Can you sing it? Sing a couple of lines for me to hear." Isabella took the lyrics, and her expression seemed as if she were about to face a life-or-death situation. Help! She regretted agreeing to her manager's request. Seeing her expression, Sherry couldn't help but smile. "It's alright, sing boldly! I won't laugh at you." "Alright." Sherry sat at the piano and accompanied her. As the pleasant prelude played, Isabella prepared her emotions and slowly began to sing: "On a deserted island, be a lonely and thorny rose..."

Isobella took a deep breath and began to sing a song. “Si lacrimae poterat aedificate autem somnis scalam stantem Et memoriae autem lane Ego utinam sustineretis ambulate iustum autem ut coelum Et adducere vos domum rursus” Seraphina raised her head slowly to meet Isobella’s eyes. Tears streamed down her face in a silent sob. “That was…b-beautiful Isobella, please will you… s-sing that at the b-babies f-funeral?” she choked as she tried to force the words out.

“Shhh, don’t cry honey. Lemme sing your favorite song for you. 🎵I love you You love me We're a happy family With a great big hug And a kiss from me to you Won't you say you love me too? 🎵 🎵I love you You love me We're best friends Like friends should be With a great big hug And a kiss from me to you Won't you say you love me too? 🎵 Isabella, who was already feeling sleepy, tried so hard not to fall asleep. She wanted her daddy to stay with her and not leave. She wants to be her daddy’s guardian angel and protect him from bad people. “I love you, Daddy,” Isabella said as she closed her eyes, and just then she drifted to sleep.

she pleaded, and freed herself from my grip to stare into my eyes with those cute looking innocent blue eyes of hers. " Daddy is a bad singer, you know right?" I teased. "But I love daddy's voice" she replied, and smiled sweetly at me. "Alright baby" I accepted. I have no choice but to accept anyway, else she won't sleep. "Now rest your head on the pillow, close your eyes and listen to the lullaby" I instructed. "Okay daddy" she replied, and did as she was told. Few minutes later, Isabella was fast asleep on the bed. I drew the blanket up to her chest.

That damn dimple pokes into his cheek again as he ponders. Isabella wonders why everything she does has to be so fucking cute. It’s starting to become relatively distressing. In the background, the song is nearing its end, and the DJ gradually transitions this ballad into another slow one. “Here’s one more for all you lovebirds before we get the party started back up again,” he says into the mic. “I’m too clean,” Archibald finally says. “You’re too clean,” Isabella parrots, her voice flat. Archibald nods, his hand sliding up Isabella’s back a little. “Yes.”

Melody asked, her voice laced with concern. “I wish I knew the answer to that question,” Isabella answered, staring into space. “I really miss my babies though.” **** Melody stood on her doorstep with one hand holding the door open. “Bye Isa, you can come over for some of my charming donuts later. I know you can't resist it.” She winked, trying to lighten the mood. She had noticed Isabella was unusually quiet. It was obvious that she was deeply troubled by the matter. Isabella smiled warmly at Melody as they drew closer to her home. “Thank you, I'll definitely come by later to steal the recipe.”

If she did, her world would have crashed. The ward was silent when Isabella walked inside, Laura laid in the bed looking fine. A nurse was checking her vitals and recording something into a file. "Mummy." Laura called out immediately when she noticed Isabella's presence. Isabella went to her quickly, She hugged the little girl tight, Laura winced in pain, her body ached a bit. Laura cried because she thought she would never see her mummy again. Isabella softly stroked her hair. "Don't cry my baby. Mummy is here now"

And me? Just a man a little broken, trying to keep the remaining pieces from falling apart. I got home earlier than expected. The sun was still touching the garden when I walked in. Isabella was sitting on the couch with Giulia asleep in her lap, already in pajamas, her eyes half-closed. She was softly singing the same lullaby Elena used to sing. It hit me hard. I stood there for a few seconds, watching from the doorway. The way Isabella gently ran her fingers through Giulia’s hair. The peaceful expression on my daughter’s face.

"Isabella and Micheal must have read it to me a thousand times. Isabella would even make the animal sounds for me, but I'm not very good at them." Ellis shuddered. Well, fairy tales and rhymes from Earth were equally gory and depressing. She supposed the kids would survive these bizarre tails as well. “momomomomom,” Little Isabella said, becoming desperate to make her father read once again. Ellis let out an excited squeal. “She just called me mom. Did you hear that?” Logan nuzzled his daughter. "Good girl. Look at how happy you made your mama." Ellis jumped into the nest and scooped Isabella up into a hug. “Can you say it again, baby?”

Desmier Isabella lowered her head, hiding behind her hands as she cried. No noises left her, but there was no missing how worked up she was. Her shoulders shook. Her long, red, wavy curls hung low, curtaining her face. Crouched over on the floor, she looked broken and wretched with the end of that call. From a Rossini.