Isabella Sermon Age Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe you hit that, Adrian. I mean, okay… I get it but, fuck… that woman is so hot. I can understand why you don’t want to let her go.” I downed the rest of the whiskey I’d been nursing and set the glass on the tray of a passing server as I started towards Evelyn, who was walking straight to Isabella, who was sitting at the podium at the front of the hall, surrounded by her friends. "Happy birthday, Isabella," Evelyn said, her voice sweet as honey. "I hope I'm not too late." Isabella's face had gone through several expressions in quick succession—shock, anger, indignation—before settling on a tight smile.

But the corner of my lips lifted anyway as I dipped my head in greeting. “Well,” I said quietly, amused despite myself. “That was impressive. How are you this evening, Isabella?” Her eyes sparkled. “I’m well, Alpha,” she chirped proudly. I crossed my arms slowly and tilted my head. “And how old are you now?” She puffed out her chest. “Twelve, Alpha.” I raised a brow. “Twelve?” She nodded hard enough to rattle her curls. “Well then,” I said, crouching slightly in front of her to lower myself to her height. “Twelve is an important age. Do you know that?”

Not yet. I turned toward Isabella, the fire rising in my chest. Without hesitation, I slapped her back. Hard. “Don’t cross my lane,” I said, my voice low but deadly calm. Isabella staggered back, blinking in shock. Her face turned red with rage. “Do you know who I am?” she spat. “I am the daughter of the richest CEO in the country! You touch me, you dare cross me…” Her voice escalated, and soon she was calling security and even the police on her phone, her connections making the room spin around me.

Ten years after the vow renewal. I was fifty-eight years old. I sat at the kitchen window on a September morning and understood, without drama, that this was the best version of a life I'd been capable of imagining. Which meant the imagination had been insufficient. The life had exceeded it. --- Isabella was twenty-five. A lawyer. Second year of practice at a firm that did the work she'd described at the grave five years ago — seeing people, making sure the law saw them too. She'd called two weeks ago from the courthouse steps, the way she'd called from every important place her whole life.

She heard footsteps in the hallway and looked up to see Doña Isabella, Alejandro’s grandmother, walking into the breakfast room with her cane. At eighty-two years old, Doña Isabella still commanded respect and fear in equal measure. She ran this family with an iron fist, and everyone knew it. “Marisa,” Doña Isabella said, her voice sharp. “Have you seen the news about your son?” “Yes, Mamá. I just saw it.” Doña Isabella sat down heavily in her chair at the head of the table. “Show me.” Marisa handed over her phone. She watched her mother-in-law’s face turn from pale to red as she read the article.

“That is not going to happen” Margaret, seeing Isabella’s intense reaction, was taken aback by surprise. “Joining them can't be that bad”. She said. “It is, mother”. Isabella replied. “I am too young to join a cult filled with old people or any cult at all”. She said. “And who told you that they are old”? Margaret asked with a raised eyebrow. “You of course”. Isabella said. “You told me that they were the ones that cursed dad so that means right now, they are definitely not young people”. She said.

Yes, I still firmly believe that it is a boy. I am feeling somewhat bad for telling her to grow up; the thing is that she drives me insane sometimes. Isabella is if you want to think about it this way, but she five years older than me, but she seriously does not seem to act that way. I know it is such a horrible thing to say. Not like I am saying that at the age of twenty-six, I am far more mature than her.

I saw her sitting and I walk towards her. “Sister Anna, I called her grabbing a seat beside her. “My little Isabella” she called, that is what she commonly called me. “Sister Anna, I am no longer little, I will be celebrating my 18 birthday tonight and I will be able to meet my fated one," I let out, feeling so delighted. “Oh my, my little Isabella is no longer a child she will be celebrating her birthday tonight, congrats my dear Isabella,” she mutters.

The auction is about to take place stay quiet and do as your told". She frowns as confusion flooded through her mind when suddenly blinding lights where turned on brightening the dark room. She quints as her eyes slowly adjust to the bright lights that's when she heard the voice speaking again. " Good evening ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Isabella Smith but as most of you know her as the runner" Isabella frowned as she heard this. " Isabella is 18 years old approximately 5" 7 and 120 pounds. Her hair is naturally black, and her eyes are deep chocolate brown, she is also known to be quite fiery, she's a virgin, so her innocence her more valuable, with her natural exotic beauty

Then I noticed that behind her beautiful face and perfectly shaped body, she was just a child. "I'm of legal age, Uncle Travis. Besides, Dad wanted to marry me off to someone who can help Our business then why not to him?". she said. "Yeah right, Bell. You're 19 and Adam is 35. He's almost the same age as your father," Travis said, trying to discourage Isabella from pursuing Adam. "You're exaggerated Uncle Travis, my father is 40, there is a very big gap". she insisted. "You know we're almost the same age of Adam. You should have called him Uncle Adam too since you call me Uncle Travis," Travis said while smirking. He obviously likes to tease the little girl.