Isabelle Gif นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My hands shaking. Then I saw it. Her. Isabella. There she stood on the screen, flawless in an elegant cream dress, her curls pinned back in soft waves that framed her delicate face. And beside her was him. Xavier Gustavo. Hand placed on the small of her back like he owned her. Like she belonged to him. My jaw clenched as I leaned forward, my gaze locked on the television. The press swarmed them, shoving microphones in their faces like bloodthirsty hounds. Then Isabella spoke, her voice soft, calm, sure.

A moment later, a logo popped up, along with the words “The Island.” A British male voice started speaking, but the camera didn’t show the narrator. Instead, it showed scenes that looked like something out of a hunting show to start with. As I listened to the narrator recapping the last episode, one of the images featured a slightly overweight man grappling with a shorter black woman. He held her down, forcing her onto all fours before climbing on top of her.

I'm dead. 'Isabella, as your wolf, I'm gonna call this your birthday gift even though it's not your birthday. You dig!'

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.

electric. Isabelle rises from the sofa with a feline slowness, the excitement already traveling her body. She knows exactly what to wear to capsize Arthur tonight. A mutin smile on his lips, she heads for her room, opens her dressing room and lets her look browse her collection of sexy outfits.

he sadly smiled. Isabel suddenly gets sad. But she nodded. “Okay love. Then let’s cherish your little time here in Brooklyn.” she smiled. Gideon nodded. “Yeah, tomorrow it’s our day.” Isabel smiled. “Yeah..” she touched Gideon’s cheek. “Hey hey hey…there’s a lot of people looking, guys.” Alice interrupted them. Isabel suddenly gets in the distance and pretends to be choosing fruits and veggies. ________ “You think it’s the best for Isaac?” Gideon asked Isabel while cooking the food.

She said. “Oh! Well, I can be your friend, if you don't mind.” Caleb said. “Sure, why not! I'm Isabelle.” She introduced herself. “I'm Caleb.” He replied. They started conversing and clicking well, and Isabelle began to show him some of her skills. She controlled the water to rise above an average human's length, which it did. Caleb was intrigued and pleaded for more. Isabelle made a water ball out of her hands, and it became so big that it hovered over them.

, I replied defending myself. I want to change the discussion but Isabelle is adamant not wanting to give up. She move closer to me and she kissed me on the cheeks. I know that Isabelle is trying to pretend like a nice person ,I know that she was happy I sent Anna away. I carry her and placed her on my knees,I started kissing her and then I caress her body parts. "Please leave my body alone, you are doing like a good person I know that you are a devil " she spoke excitedly and she started pinching my body and we both laugh hilariously.

He said crouching down "Hold on, I didn't say they hurt... It's just we've been walking forever and now we are just walking." Isabelle said pouting "Are you sober? I made us walk so that wine would die down and walking also helps in digesting food." Chris replied grinning "Oh wait... I am sober. Good Job Chris." Isabelle said and placed a kiss on his lips before she pulled away smiling Her smile then fell as she darted her eyes around before she sneezed out

A more powerful, less breakable version of me. “I swear to God,” Isabelle murmurs, circling me slowly, “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were a… femme fatale in a Bond movie. One look and men drop dead.” I snort. “Not exactly the goal, but I’ll take it.” She grins and moves to fix a strand of my hair, her fingers softer now. “You’ve never looked like this before. Like… you’re about to burn the world down and not apologize for it.”