Isabella Sky Novels & Stories

Uncle Daniel asked, his eyes scanning the exit. “They were just checking my stats,” Isabella said, letting out a massive yawn. “Uncle Daniel! My muscles are freezing! I want to return to the den.” Uncle Daniel lifted her into his arms. “Close your eyes, little wolf. The moment you wake, your sled will be crossing into the Skydrivee lands to meet your Mother.” Isabella’s tired face instantly brightened, a sweet purr vibrating in her chest. “I miss Collins Parker. My tongue holds so many secrets I need to share with his wolf…” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.

She shouted at him. “ What will you tell Isabella?” Atlas drew closer to her. “ That you are held hostage by Atlas, her worst enemy, isn't it.?” “ lock her up and make sure she doesn't see the sky for a good one week, after that I will decide on what to do with her.” Atlas instructed his men. “ Let me be Atlas.” Jennifer lamented. “ You can't, my dear. You are already a dead person.” Atlas told her. Isabella calls again, this time, Atlas switches off Jennifer's phone.

After the Christmas gala recording, Isabella booked a flight to Germany as she had an advertisement shoot scheduled there. However, she didn't expect Elysia to intercept her at the airport. Inside the VIP lounge, Elysia appeared before Isabella wearing a duckbill cap. The cap's long brim covered half her face, making it hard to read her expression. Her tone, however, was oddly sarcastic. "Isabella, let's talk." Isabella was engrossed in her phone. Upon hearing Elysia, she glanced up briefly and replied indifferently, "Sorry, I'm busy."

" I love you too my princess " 8 months later Isabella gave birth to a beautiful baby girl they decided to name Bella after Isabella everyone thought it was too cliché but they did not care they were doing what they wanted when they wanted and this time the beauty angel looked identical to her mother. Damian Decided to retire from his illegal business dealings and mostly just handled business remotely from their island. After the birth of their daughter they decided to relocate to a Remote island where no one would track them and Damians father took over the family business again, with him primarily focusing on the illegal aspect of the business while Damian handled the legal part remotely.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

“Excuse me?” “Listen, Fatima.” Isabella finally looked up. Fatima noticed her outfit: black trousers, a black leather jacket, and a ski mask pulled up on her head. She looked straight out of a gangsta movie. Since meeting her, Fatima had never imagined Isabella dressed like this. “You’re going to pick which one of them you want, so I know what to do next.” “I’m lost. Pick what?” On the table were photos of Ian, Raphael, Nicholas, and even Ryan.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Isabella was thirteen now, stunning with her long black hair and piercing green eyes—a striking mix of her parents. "Mama, Grandpa got me this dress—do you like it?" Isabella twirled, showing off the fabric. Bella smiled. "You’re gorgeous, kid. And yeah, the dress is perfect." Han and Rosa stepped into the room, and Isabella sprinted toward him. "Oh, I see how it is," Bella teased, crossing her arms. "Got yourself another princess, huh?"

（Isabella‘s pov） “I, Isabella Costa, reject you…” I can’t even finish the sentence to my reflection in the mirror. I’m his fated mate. I’ve given him everything he wanted, including painful IVF treatments so he can have an alpha-born heir, but all he wants is his childhood girlfriend, Layla. Soft black curls cascade over my bare shoulders as I mindlessly brush them out. I look down at the clumps of hair in my brush. A hundred hormone injections ago, I had healthy locks.

Isabella West daughter of Jason West and Aurelia Ivanov. She's beautiful, ambitious and well-mannered. She's the perfect daughter of the West family the next Alpha of Dark Forest Pack. She's twenty-five years old but hasn't found her mate yet. She always loves her childhood crush Sebastian Stan. He was away from home for higher studies. When he came back she attended the full Moon ceremony only hoping Sebastian would be her Mate. But fate played a cruel joke with her as she found him marking another girl in front of him. Feeling heartbroken she went to the woods for a run only to run into a group of rogues. Then a hero appeared there to rescue her.

Her reflection stared back at her, beautiful, but no longer in control. She replayed the gala in her mind. The applause for Amara. The flashing cameras. Luca’s arm wrapped possessively around the woman who had stolen everything. Her jaw tightened. “You think you’ve won, little chef?” she whispered to her reflection. “You’ve only lit the fuse.” She reached for her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in years. When a voice answered on the other end, smooth and dark, Isabella smiled. “It’s time,” she said. “I need a favor. And I’m willing to pay whatever it costs.”