Isabella Swan Birthday Novels & Stories

“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?"

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

RSVP required. The formality was excessive. Almost desperate. "What is it?" Isabella asked, looking up from her design sketches. I handed her the invitation. She read it, eyebrows rising. "She's doing a formal succession ceremony? After everything? After the jewelry disaster and dark magic accusations?" "Apparently." Isabella scanned the details, date, time, dress code, ceremony format. "This is elaborate. Full moon ritual, Alliance witnesses, traditional vows. She's going all out." "It's a power move," I said. "Trying to reclaim legitimacy. Make herself look official and proper despite the scandals surrounding her."

Isabella's POV I held onto the small gift box a little tighter, as I walked towards the study. “Simon?” I called as I opened the door, but I felt unease creeping up my spine. The party downstairs was in full swing, one I had spent weeks preparing for. It was both my birthday and my wedding anniversary. The hall was filled with guests, but my focus was on one person—Simon, my husband. Where the hell could he be when he was supposed to be by my side today.

"If I could manage to convince you to not go through with the plan." "You know you can't. Love, Verena and Bayman need to answer for their betrayal. No one betrays the Teca family and lives on with the glory. The Virgin of Guadalupe will protect me and my family. And I will be coming back to you, love. And when I do, we definitely will have to make a baby ourselves." She joked, having them both kiss passionately. "I've always known I can't convince you at anything," smirked Thalia, reaching her pants pocket. Inside was a small red box that she set out. In the box was a very beautiful emerald ring that Gaby appreciated on sight. "Happy twelfth wedding anniversary."

What if Isabella is hurt again? Isabella met James at an office party. She had just started working there as a secretary and James is the CEO of the Swanson Group. He has a daughter around Scarlett’s age but they never met. Isabella is a pretty woman in her early thirties with dark brunette hair and twinkling blue eyes. She always has a smile on her face and she’s very loving. Isabella works hard for Scarlett’s sake and is dedicated to her commitments. James fell in love with Isabella’s gracious nature and they began dating only a couple of months ago. But last month, he took her on an impromptu trip and they got married spontaneously. Isabella broke this news to Scarlett who wasn't pleased.

Apparently, it was supposed to take one night but since I wasn't like other werewolves, it was my cross to bear. If he was around, none of this would have happened. José and Michael weren't around either so Abigail and Charisma had their own fair share of hell. Jace didn't even call on my birthday. I sighed and got back to studying. Charlotte was sitting on my lap playing with my hair. She turned one a few days ago and she was still so adorable. My phone beeped. I picked it up and smiled. Isabel's birthday was a week away. I had to get her something amazing. She would love anything, especially if it were to be coming from her best friend.

“Because I only found her yesterday, and she saw me with what's her face earlier today and assumed I already had a chosen mate, which is not true. She’s not sure if she wants to be my mate or our Luna. No thanks to Dale, btw.” “Her name is Caroline, and what do you mean by no thanks to Dale?” He looks between my brother and I. Dale blushes in embarrassment, well good for him! He actually does know he went far over the line out there. We all explain what happened at the cottage, and dad sighs. He knows Dale has a temper, and he knows he didn’t mean anything by what he said, but Isabella doesn’t. She really thinks he despises her, which I don’t fail to tell him. Lauren smacks his arm, calling

Oindrila asked. "Two weeks from now, it's Adrian, Alex, and Autumn's birthday!" Isabella said with a bright smile. Oindrila's eyes widened as realization struck her. She had completely forgotten. She had been so consumed by her own misery that she had forgotten her best friends' birthday. Guilt immediately settled in her chest. "I forgot," she murmured, lowering her gaze. "It's okay." Isabella gently nudged her. "You don't have to feel guilty, Ony."

The door opened and closed, and he left without saying anything. The baby in the swaddling clothes slept soundly, as if he had no connection to the world even if it collapsed. Isabella closed her eyes in exhaustion, feeling wronged, and her eyes, still bitter, seemed to well up with tears again. Memories from a year ago flooded her mind once again. On her eighteenth birthday, she and her fiancé James Brown had agreed to give their first time to each other. Her half-sister Emily, however, went into James's bed in her place after getting her drunk.