Isabella's Lullaby Lyrics Novels & Stories

It’s late, or as late as it can be by the standards of not having to follow a curfew like Isabella had been forced into doing since her return to the giant castle. And frankly Isabella was starting to enjoy it if she was being honest. Soft music now playing in the background of her small bluetooth speaker, another gift that was given to her when she asked to play music within her room. The song ‘That’s the way it is By Celine Dion’ playing softly within the background.

🎧MUSIC🎧 🎶 she's my everything, my queen🎶 🎶my pride, my joy, my weakness🎶 🎶she remains the queen of my heart🎶 🎶she brightens my world🎶 🎶she makes my life meaningful🎶 🎶I'll live and die with her whether the world and other realms like it or not🎶 🎶 she is my woman, my property🎶 🎶My life I'll give in exchange for hers if need be🎶 🎶My memories with her will last forever🎶 Tears kept dripping down Isabella's cheeks. This is the sweetest voice I've ever listened to she mumbled.

Isabella lowered him slightly, looking down into his face, her gaze clinical, checking for the source of his discomfort. “You are perfect, moy syn,” she murmured, her voice a low, melodic sound that I rarely heard anymore. “You are safe. You are home.” As she spoke the word safe, a single, crystalline tear escaped her eye, tracking a slow, desperate path down her cheek. It was a tear of profound exhaustion, of a sacrifice that felt too heavy to bear. She didn't bother to wipe it away. Then, it happened.

"It’s a heavy name, Isabella. It comes with shadows." "She will have the light." Isabella whispered weakly. "Because you will be there to hold the dark back." I couldn't speak. I simply tucked the baby closer to my chest, letting my thumb brush over her soft cheek. "Alright, Papa Bear, give her back.” Romeo’s voice broke the silence. He was busy cleaning up, but his eyes were bright as he watched me. "She needs to be cleaned up, and Isabella needs to rest before she falls asleep mid-sentence."

After the party ended, Isabella went alone to the cliff's edge. The sea wind was still the same as it had always been. But this time, she no longer heard the sound of a child crying in the wind, nor saw any apparition falling into the depths. She simply stood there quietly for a while, then lifted her head and gazed out toward the horizon. Luca came up from behind and draped his coat over her shoulders. Without turning around, Isabella simply smiled and said softly, "Let's go home."

She turned back to the snow. “Then you’d better pray your body holds.” “I don’t pray,” I muttered. But gods, maybe I should’ve. --- Fever Dreams Sometime in the dead hours, Isabella stirred. Not gently, not soft—jerked like her body had been yanked by unseen hands. She thrashed weakly, her fever driving her into half-dreams, words spilling broken from her lips. “No—don’t—please—” Her voice cracked, guttural, dragging knives across my chest.

Isabella’s stomach had churned in fear with each turn of the van’s wheels, bringing them closer and closer to the vampires’ coven, but that was nothing compared to the fear she felt now. As soon as they’d arrived, the vampires had separated them. Which meant those bastards had Layla alone. Isabella’s heart thumped as her pulse raced. She’d never forgive herself if Eli hurt Layla. She hung her head. “It’s me you want revenge against, you bastard. Leave Layla alone,” she whispered. She’d screamed it for nearly the first hour since they’d locked her up, but it’d quickly become clear she’d take her own beating if she didn’t stay quiet.

Brand loved her enough to relinquish his claim to his daughter. 'I couldn't take her from you either,' she admitted softly. 'I thought I could, but I couldn't. What a pair of fools we've been. Brand.' 'Speak for yourself,' Brand said, dropping a kiss onto her hair. Isabella laughed. She wanted to sing like the wild canary perched in the willow tree by the pond. She wanted, like the little bird, to give thanks to the sun for emerging in all its golden glory from behind the clouds. But before she gave way to that impulse there was something she needed to be sure of.

She whirled around to face him with bright smile. “ That’s okay, I understood ” She turned back to withdraw a short and a comfy top “ I will attend to the people and baby Rell. Do not worry about them ” “ Baby Rell? ” Hayden asked cocking his eyebrows. “ Yes, Farrell son. We call him Baby Rell when I use to stay with them. I still can’t believe that fine lady is gone ” Isabella sighed deeply. She finished dressing and she turn to walk out. “ Isabella? ” Hayden called urgently stopping the woman in her track. “ About the baby, I mean us making a baby … ”

three. The clock ticks familiar to her ears,sending goosebumps into her, she'd spotted the scars...scars from triplicate and still she'd not seen him, she'd not seen anyone,'her mind was playing games with her' She thought and scream in anger, 'NOTHING' a BIG fat NOTHING!!!, Isabelle collapse on the floor. "The CD,issy that's only what I need from you" She block her ears " I'll hunt you, I'll break you till I get what I want"