Isabelle Dog Novels & Stories

The next day; It had been a strenuous night for Isabelle. She had barely gotten any sleep as she was constantly on the run. She knew that she had to get to Devon as quickly as possible. There, her brother won't be able to get to her. Right now she was walking on the bustling streets. She was in a neighboring village. She had sold the horse some time ago. It would have only drawn people's attention. She was at a stop that would take her to Valckes, the town that leads out of Valeria. At Valckes, she should get a carriage to Daltra and finally Devon kingdom.

The dogs obeyed instantly, looking up at him like guilty toddlers. “Airam, they’re so cute!” Isabella hugged them tightly. “Isabella, stop hugging them. They’re trained to kill.” “They have emotions too,” she shot back, glaring at him. “Stop being so mean and violent.” He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it, defeated. “Get inside,” he finally said, dragging her toward the house. He shoved her into the bedroom, closed the door, and pinned her against the wall. “Why are you driving me insane? Hmm?”

It sniffed the area around Rosalie's feet, deeming her to mean no harm before he turned away from her as if though she didn't interest him enough. One bark from that monstrosity and the children squealed with joy, tackling the dog with hugs and belly rubs and ear scratching. The dog playing with them as he licked their faces, and nuzzled into them affectionately. "This is Isaac," Arsenio told Rosalie who was watching them scratch the dog's belly from a safe distance that would give her a head start if she had to run. "He is dad's dog. That's why he's not with the others. They are for the guards."

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.

And the figure that looked identical to me. Just as the memories rushed back to the surface, a voice—not my own—resonated through my mind. “I’m your wolf.” My eyes widened. “What the heck?” I cried out in shock. My maids gave me a worried glance taking a step back from me, but I waved them away, my heart racing. I was Isabelle the princess of the Night Fall Pack, but unlike my powerful brother Emperor Tristan, I was the least capable of the Alpha family. While he ruled as the ruler, I was an object of pity—no wolf, no remarkable abilities, and no strength.

In the fact that we had found each other surely things would be different for the both of us. “I’m Isla,” I told him, unable to remember the last time I had heard my name being called out loud. My voice trembled as I spoke and I was sure he hadn’t heard me. But the king’s chest vibrated with the excitement he and I both felt as he laughed. “Isla…my Isla,” he said. I liked the way he said it. His hold tightened around me and I wanted to tell him that he could loosen up because I would never dream of letting go.

The giant training dog suddenly begins to bark aggressively, its deep voice echoing through the courtyard. Trapped in a total panic, Isabella intends to spin the wheels around to flee the perimeter with Ada Lube. At that exact terrifying marker, tiny Ada Lube lets out an adorably fierce, high-pitched alpha cry from the depths of his stroller, his small chest puffing as he screams, "Woof! Woof!" Isabella shoves the stroller handle with all her might, rushing back inside the secure house walls like a sudden winter gale. "Mommy! Ada Lube spoke real words on the path!" Isabella yells out, delivering the shocking news straight to my ears as her chest heaves. "Ada Lube just executed real speech a

"I'm Isabel." "The Isabel?" "I'm sorry but you've lost me. What does that mean? 'the isabel.'" I made an exaggerated expression. "Oh my goodness, you need to see your face." She broke out laughing. "The famous Isabel, mated to Alpha Xavier, I meant." "Oh," I joined her in laughing. "I think it's fair to say that I'm mated to myself, if that is even a thing? What kind of mate derives pleasure from humiliating and degrading their mate."

I just know it! I grabbed my cart and ran back to the kitchen. Gabrielle met me in the kitchen, “What’s wrong, Isabel?” I cried, “My mate is out there. I know he’s going to reject me. He’s a high-ranked wolf.” I ran up to my room without waiting for a response.

My palm itched to destroy something. She whimpered softly, her pupils dilating as I gripped harder. Then her tears reached me, and I blinked out of my rage. I loosened my grip, letting her collapse onto the couch. “Never speak of her that way again!” I roared, eyes wide and deadly serious. She gasped, catching her breath, trembling. I owned Isabella. She was mine. My little flower. No one…especially not a bitch like Jasmine…had the right to even utter her name in vain.