Isabella Sky Novels & Stories

I'm dead. 'Isabella, as your wolf, I'm gonna call this your birthday gift even though it's not your birthday. You dig!'

isabella thought. "I need to do something fast before i lose myself" Isabella Mumbled She pick her phone, slide the latest Android she's using (Isabella is a sophisticated woman,she loved using latest model things ) She Dial a contact on her phone Drrr""""""Drr"""""""" The phone rings and the receiver pick the call "Let meet at the usual place,i have a Better proposal for for you" "Alright" the receiver said She Change the top she is putting on to something else

I smiled at Rexon who was staring at me intently, then his gaze dropped to the waist. "Oh, come on, dude, is it really you? It's just a bit disappointing because we weren't prepared," Skye pouted as she answered us. “Isabelle is coming, right?" he asked them, which made me bow my head. Why not? Didn't they have a history together? It's okay, Belle, I reassured myself. "She's on the way, bro, I talked to her earlier," Skye replied. "Excuse me, I'll just borrow my wife for a moment." He pulled me away from them, and I couldn't do anything but wave at them as we were teased almost simultaneously.

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

I do not let anyone in here. Isabella walked further into the room, her fingers brushing along the edge of a sketch pinned to the wall. The paper was worn at the corners, the ink slightly smudged. It was a city skyline, but not just any city skyline. It was drawn with precision and emotion, every tower and street detailed as though it had a life of its own. Another sketch showed a woman’s silhouette, her pose elegant yet tinged with sadness, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. And then Isabella froze.

“I’m sorry, I whispered silently to the mirror. I’m so sorry you’re in the middle of this. But I didn’t turn back, I couldn't …because this wasn't just about love and revenge anymore.It was about justice and power. And the only way to win this game was to break everyone who thought they could control me. Including him, especially him. Back in the sunroom, Isabella was already texting a wedding planner, her phone lighting up with hearts and doves. “You’ll be part of the bridal party, right?” she asked, eyes hopeful. “I need someone strong by my side. Someone who knows me.”

Aria couldn't possibly love me that much and still sleep with Xavier. She was devoted. Loyal. She'd proven that over the years. It can't be true. It just can't. The door creaked open, and I looked up. Isabella stood there in a tiny red dress that barely covered her thighs. Her hips swayed as she walked toward me, a predatory smile playing on her glossy lips. “I thought you might need a break, baby.” Her voice was silk and honey. I forced my eyes back to the screen. “I'm working, Izzy.”

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.