Isabelle Dog Novels & Stories

Isabella, all tiny legs and babbling joy, slapped her hands together and pointed at the screen as soon as the animation started. “Cow!” she shouted in tangled syllables. I understood though. “That’s a zebra, Isa.” I sat beside her with a chuckle. “Cow!” she repeated with even more confidence. Salvatore let out a snort from where he sat beside me. “She’s not backing down.”

I remember how I met Isabelle, my uncle introduced her to me, I was told she was the Travis daughter's best friend, and she will inform us about everything happening in the pack and when it was suitable to attack. Isabelle was the underdog, she was providing us information from her pack and that was why it was easy to attack without them knowing. The doctor came outside, and I rushed to where he was. “How is she, doctor?”. “She was beaten badly, and she is still unconscious, her wound have been cleaned, but it will take some days before she heals seeing that she has no wolf”. “What do you mean she has no wolf?” “I think she is human, I don’t understand how she’s so weak, and I don’t see any

Leander's family had been torn apart-his mother and sibling killed, his father ruined, and his mate lost to him-all because of me. I couldn't speak. Breath refused to fill my lungs. Dagger chuckled gleefully and didn't bother waiting for my response. "Oh yes. Isabelle was pregnant. A miracle, really, at her age. Everyone believed that pup was special and meant for great things. Guess they were wrong." He snorted. A few of the other wolves joined in his laughter. "But then she trusted the wrong woman...your mother."

I recognized Alpha in the movement so intensely that I reached out my hand to him, and he licked up my palm. “If you don’t restrain that animal,” Isabella hissed, waving her hand to vanish both Kolby’s body and the empty Champagne flutes like there was no difference between the two, “then I have leashes that are more than up to the job.” At another flick of Isabella’s wrist, a leash clicked onto the Ambbuttador’s collar, dragging his head close to the ground, until he crouched on all fours next to the metal ring. “Room for one more?”

On the third evening, Jonathan returned with the two pups. As soon as he entered, he did something rare—he explained first. “Isabella is uniquely sensitive to pain. It’s a medical condition. That’s why we took her in first…” Leo muttered, “Yeah. Mother, you’re stronger and tougher. You don’t need us to fuss…” Finn nodded. “Aunt Isabella is too fragile. She needs us to protect her all the time.” “Enough.” My voice was calm, devoid of even a ripple. “No need to explain.”

she replied. "Oh, you met her?" I asked her. I remember Zeus telling me Emerald was their Trainer's daughter at Alpha training camp. "Yes. Isabelle was my brother's best friend when they were younger before the changes. She would come here often," she answered before looking at me. "And I am sorry for what she took from you. I couldn't imagine how painful it is to be rejected by your pair." I smiled at her. "It hurts a lot. My wolf refuses to talk to me and shuts me down. You can see it in my eyes. It's red, right?

She sneered at his fallen form. Before she could do anything to make his situation graver, Robert ran from nowhere to save the day. Without even thinking twice, Isabelle batted him to the ground again. It looked, to anyone who cared to see, like she hadn’t even touched him. Isabelle didn’t take her eyes off Edward at any time and now that the distractions were all gone again, for the moment, she took a couple of steps forward and stood over him. “I hate to be the bearer, of bad news and all, but it’s time that I killed you!”

She had the tablet. "Look at her," Isabelle spat, gesturing toward me with a trembling hand. "She doesn't even know she’s a dog. She is nothing but a glorified toaster." She leaned down, her face inches from mine. I didn't flinch. I didn't snarl. My eyes remained flat, mirrored mercury. "Do you hear me, bitch?" "Isabelle, that’s enough!" Caspian snapped, his voice wavering between authority and fear. Isabelle’s face contorted. The jealousy of seeing Caspian’s lingering touch on my shoulder was the final straw. She didn't try to strike me; she knew I’d snap her neck before she could connect. Instead, she gripped the tablet like a weapon.

Isabel said, climbing into the back seat. “Isabela.” I said acknowledging her looking at her through the rear view mirror. “Miss Sophia.” Isaela said with a smile, nodding her head slightly. “ Isabela we talked about this didn’t we.Stop calling me miss Sophia we aren't working so you can just call me Sophia okay.” I said turning my body facing her. “Yes…..I brought the little one.” Isabela said, pointing towards the small cage where the puppy was in.

Isabella POV I felt something soft press against my cheek, a little paw. Chuckling softly, I reached out and my fingers brushed fur. Opening my eyes, I found myself looking into the curious gaze of a puppy. A surprised squeal escaped me as I picked her up, laughing as I ruffled her light brown ears. She was a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, a gentle little thing with big, warm eyes that practically glowed with sweetness. Holding her close, I hugged her gently, the joy bubbling up as she wriggled in my arms.