Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

he said, "so I can't help with the transfusion. But have you tried talking to Isabella? I think she is AB-negative. " Isabella was swamped with work when her phone rang. Seeing Eliza's name on the caller ID, she hesitated before answering. "What do you want?" Isabella's voice was cold, tinged with years of accumulated hurt. Eliza's voice trembled. "I need to see you, please. It's urgent."

Isabella was exhausted, her body still healing, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened. But she didn't give up. She walked him through the apartment at three in the morning, singing songs her mother had sung to her. She fed him formula when breastfeeding didn't work. She held him close and whispered promises she wasn't sure she could keep. "You're going to be okay," she said. "We're both going to be okay." And slowly, gradually, they were. Her mother died when Lucas was three months old. Isabella got the call at two in the morning from a nurse from the facility, her voice gentle but firm. I'm so sorry. She passed peacefully. In her sleep.

Laurent stopped. Looked at Vane and my mother. “She wants to see Elias. Alone.” My mother started to protest. Vane put a hand on her arm. Gently. “Let him go.” She looked at me—eyes wide, frightened. I nodded. “I’ll be okay.” She swallowed. Nodded back. I stepped past them. The nurse opened the door. The room was dim—curtains half-drawn, soft light from a bedside lamp. Isabella lay propped against pillows, face swollen and bruised, lip stitched, right hand in a splint. An IV dripped into her left arm. She looked small. Fragile. But her eyes—when they found mine—were blazing.

"Tell them everything about Isabella's specific instruction regarding Elena's decline. If what you give them is useful enough they will consider it. I cannot promise more than that." "That is not a deal," she said. "No," I said. "It is not." She looked at the facility. "She was already declining," she said. It came out differently from everything else she had said, without the calculation in it, just a sentence that had been sitting somewhere and had come out before she decided to say it. "I want you to know that. What Isabella asked me to do, not interrupt the decline, it was already happening. The treatment could have given her more time but the outcome was not changed by what I did."

I watched as they touched their true Luna’s face. “Please, let me heal them first,” Isabella said in such a sweet and soft manner. “Will you heal them?” one of the she-wolves asked, pointing at her mate and teenage son locked in the glass chamber. “Yes, love. I’ll make them healthy again. Nothing bad will happen to them.” Isabella smiled at Alpha Dominic. He stared at my face when I looked at him, but I shifted my gaze to Isabella again. She walked with elegance and took out a glass bottle filled with pink liquid. Then she stood outside the entrance to the glass chamber and looked at Beta Alexander with a smile. “Open it, Alexander,” she said.

Isabella was shot while she was having labor pain and Jingle Bell was admitted too in a hospital due to being badly injured. Ace has informed Tyler too about Isabella being shot and he also couldn't keep himself from staying away from them so he asked the doctors to shift Jingle bell to the hospital in which they were going to admit Isabella, with some good animal doctors and no one has the authority to defy him so the hospital staff had to follow Tyler's orders. They were leaving for the hospital where Isabella was going to be admitted.

DALA ‘DALANTHA! Why aren’t you picking up my calls!?” I could hear her yell it from a pack away as I stared at the texts, followed by some photos that contained God knows what. I sighed and opened them too. Little did I know I’d need some mental hesitation to handle what my eyes fell upon. The moment I saw the photos, everything in me went still. Isabella was hooked up to wires and tubes, her normally smug face paler than I’d ever seen it.

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

“Where are your family members? I’ll need a signature.” I stared at the ceiling. “I don’t have family,” I said evenly. For the next several days, no one came. The nurses’ eyes held pity; sometimes they quietly gave me an extra shot of painkiller. On the day of discharge, Jonathan finally appeared. “Isabella was badly frightened. Her emotions are unstable. She can’t be left alone,” he said flatly. “How are your injuries? Do you need to stay on? I can bring the pups by…”

To be honest, she was really afraid that they would get infected. Jasper patted her back. “Everything will be fine.” …… Right after Isabella was kicked out by the hotel security guard, she immediately rushed to Sea City Hospital after she received a call. “No matter what Jasper’s result is after three months, it’ll be positive, understand?” Isabella took a card and headed it to the young nurse working in the clinical laboratory. “This is…” The nurse felt troubled. “Aren’t you lacking money?” Isabella tempted the nurse. “I… okay.” The young nurse finally agreed.