Isabella's Lullaby Lyrics Novels & Stories

“And, wow.” I touch the necklace automatically. “Don’t.” Tessa’s eyes shine. “I’m just saying… wow.” Elara arrives next, chin lifted like she’s walking into a ballroom rather than a guarded garden. Her scent is controlled, floral, and ambitious. “Princess Abby,” she says. “Elara,” I answer. Lia stands at my other side like an anchor. “Remember rule five,” she murmurs, too softly for anyone else to hear. “Never alone,” I whisper back.

Then he lowered his head. After straightening up, he could still hear Isabella muttering, "I hope my husband and I never separate in this lifetime, the next lifetime, or the one after that... I hope my husband loves me the most... I hope I give my husband another son... I hope Jessica is safe and sound..." She continued for quite a while before finally standing up. Only then did she realize that Dominic and Jewel had gotten up long before her. Jewel snickered. "Isabella, this is a prayer. Did you think it was a wishing fountain?"

The night, we went to mama's place at the presidential suite, ate to our f Ill before coming back to our suite to sleep. Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help Fallin' in love with you Oh, shall I stay? Would it be a sin? Oh, if I can't help Fallin' in love with you Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things Are meant to be … We all stood quietly and watched as Isabella walked-in, in her beautiful looking gown, with Leonardo by her side which left me in awe at the beauty of it… I wonder where she got them. I'd love to get mine…

she hiccuped and glanced away, “do not worry. It will come back to its original colour with time. And Isabella… just take it one day at a time. You will understand everything when the time has come.” Isabella sighed but said nothing. The lady lingered around for a moment, still staring at her with that strange expression before she finally stood up. “You are going to be our salvation Isabella.” She said and with a nod towards Isaiah left the room, her green gown dragging behind her. Isabella spared Isaiah a glance but he wasn't looking at her. He was just staring straight ahead into nothing, his face hard and blank. “You did that on purpose,” she said without heat, “You did it on purpose. So

"Isabella, darling. Come out, come out, wherever you are. Mommy's home." ---

Sometimes you have to take a leap and pray that you do not fall. For sometimes, the leap is so great that if you fall, you are going to fall hard. Falling is hard, but falling hard is even harder. So if you fall, you better pray you are falling onto something soft. And something soft is what awaits me and tackles me to the ground. Isabella has me down on the grass, holding me as tight as she cans. "Yes, yes, yes, soldier! A hundred times over, yes!"

I paced the room, my mind racing with thoughts of how to make her stop, how to ease her pain. And then it hit me. I remembered the lullaby Isabella used to sing to Sofia every night. It was a simple melody, but it always seemed to bring a sense of calm and peace to Sofia's restless soul. I sat down on the edge of Sofia's bed, gently stroking her hair. With a trembling voice, I began to sing the lullaby, the lyrics flowing from my lips like a balm for Sofia's wounded heart. As the familiar melody filled the room, Sofia's breathing slowed, her tears gradually subsiding. She turned towards me, her eyes still filled with sadness but no longer overflowing with desperation.

he implored, his voice laced with vulnerability and a glimmer of hope. “You can talk later... Let's first play. Bella, catch me.” Ryle said as he ran around with his little legs. With a faint smile, Isabella acknowledged Ryle's interruption, recognizing the innocence and simplicity of his plea. "You're right, Ryle. Let's play for now," she agreed, her voice gentle and accommodating. Ryle's laughter filled the air as he ran around, urging Isabella to join in the lively chase.

And then, Isabella's bedroom door opened. We all froze. Isabella stood in the doorway in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She must have woken up from all the shouting. Her gaze swept the room, taking in me, Elena, Helena, and Lysander. And then she smiled. She ran straight across the room, her little feet pattering on the floor, and threw her arms around Lysander's legs. "Mr. Lysander!" She said happily. "You came back!" Lysander looked down at her, stunned. He seemed unable to speak.

Isabella yells. I let out a deep breath and turned my attention back to Isabella. She doesn't stop crying and it really breaks my heart. “Isabella…” I uttered. The first thing I did was to call her attention and fortunately, she listened to me. “I want my mother back, Luna. She's the only person left in me and if I lose her… I-I—” I didn't let Isabella continue what she wanted to say when I pulled her in my arms. Just by seeing her cry, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.