Isabelle Dog Novels & Stories

"Perfection doesn't exist." "I'll make it exist." The conviction in his voice should have comforted her, but it didn't. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Isabelle exhaled slowly, as if making a decision. "I already found her." Ryan's gaze snapped back to her. "…What?" "She's from the Swan Lake pack," Isabelle said. "Same face. Same height. The way she moves. Even her scent…" She hesitated. "It's like the moon goddess created her for this exact purpose. I can't begin to explain it."

“You whore! You betrayed me!” Jacob’s roar shook the entire living room. He stood over Isabella, his silver eyes burning with rage. The wine glass in his hand shattered, and blood dripped from his fingers, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Isabella cowered in the corner of the sofa, the infant in her arms letting out a weak cry. The baby’s fur was indeed strange. Not the pure, silver-white of Jacob’s clan, but a mottled gray-brown, with streaks of black.

Isabelle asked, her voice soft and pleading. Blake grinned at how submissive the tigress had turned out to be. “That's it baby girl, now I can see we're sailing on the same boat,” he complimented looking at her face to look for any schemy reactions. He knew her too well to believe that early that he had finally had a breakthrough in breaking her rebellious spirit. An hour later, Isabelle walked to where the kids were held feeling her heart twist at the thought of being in the same situation as them.

She shouted those words at my retreating figure. After everything that has happened, I decided to give Isabelle the space she wanted, against my will though but it was best for the three of us, although my mind wasn't at rest because I wanted to find out something about her, I noticed that she's extremely good at sport, she can run for a long distance but she does not pant like a human when she stops which is abnormal and for some reason, aside the emotional trauma that Kaylee has been putting her through with her awful words, she doesn't seem to be scared of her.

She had especially enjoyed meeting Bessie, the gentle cow I'd arranged for the farmer to join us for the day. "I love you, Bessie," Isabella had whispered softly to the animal as she gently petted her nose. "You're a good girl!" Of course, Isabella had also decided that she would have a goat, a horse, and several chickens as well. It seemed as if she was preparing for life on a farm, or as a veterinarian. "I have a surprise for you," I told Isabella as she munched delightedly on a warm snickerdoodle while we waited for her father to arrive.

A puppy with mismatched ears, a calm gaze, and a restless tail ran toward Isabel without hesitation. She crouched down. He pressed himself against her chest. And there, Isabel cried. Not with loud sobs, but with that quiet sorrow that builds up over months of uncertainty. She cried because, at last, she wasn’t hiding such heartbreaking news from her husband. She cried because that little dog had chosen her without knowing… just as her grandson had chosen her without ever seeing her. “Does he have a name?” she asked, stroking him. “Not yet. It’s a new litter.”

"Master Salvatore, your granddaughter is really rude. If she's not well disciplined in the future, I'm afraid that someday she will get herself into trouble, implicating the entire Salvatore Family. Today, I'm going to let her go for your sake. But I can't endure any grievance. Even if I could, my husband wouldn't let me. If I become angry at this kid, don't come and beg me. That won't be good." "Rose, don't you feel embarrassed enough? Keep quiet, or get lost!”Salvatore was angry. Only then was Isabelle satisfied, leaving with her husband and Renee. When they walked to a place with no one else, Isabelle immediately released Renee’s hand. "Renee, have you ever heard about a saying?" "Which..

After looking at the front page, he smiled when he saw a photo of Isabelle with Isaac. Isaac looked very handsome in the photo with a clean face without a beard on his face, and Isaac's face looked younger than it did now. "Papa and Isabelle." Isabelle said as she pointed to a picture of her and Isaac when Isabelle was one and three months old. "Isabelle is so beautiful, her face looks exactly like papa Isaac." Calista muttered. Then on the next page he could see photos of Isabelle from time to time until now, and finally a photo of the black dragon members when Isabelle was three years old.

Nisha cried out loud and shouted at the top of her voice. “How on earth do you expect me to love a monster like you! How do you expect me to believe you're not after something only you would gain from, uhn! Nisha screamed and went out of the room. ................. Caleb went to his favorite spot again, hoping he would meet Isabelle. Fortunately, he met her and was glad to see her again. Isabelle had a honey brown curly hair which was full, her eyelashes were long and attractive. Her eyes were sky blue and her lips were gorgeously pink. Caleb admired every part of her, from her physical appearance to her character.

Faster than Giar could react, Isobel dismounted and caught the dog, easing her down onto the mossy ground. “Bloody Hell!” the man behind him cursed, “the dumb bitch is whelping in the middle of the bush!”