Isabelle Gif Novels & Stories

"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."

“Isabelle, is the Executive Committee agenda finalized? I need to ensure my presentation slot hasn’t been unexpectedly moved.” Each time, Isabelle responded with calm efficiency, pulling up documents, sending emails, and making calls. She brought him a fresh cup of coffee. Later, she placed a banana and a protein bar on his desk, gently reminding him to eat something. He barely acknowledged them, his focus absolute, almost manic.

After Carl chose a specific time, the video automatically started playing. The video depicted the bone-chilling voice of "Violet" and her obvious contempt for Isabelle. "Why do you get to have a child while mine is gone?" In the video footage, "Violet" grabbed Isabelle's chin, her eyes filled with hatred. "Please, spare me. Carl, help me." Isabelle's face turned pale, and her tears streamed down. She backed away, yelling for help.

“Five…” Isabelle was the only person in the room who seemed to see Gary. She smiled sweetly at him and blew him a kiss. “Six…” “I’ll see you in hell, lover.” “Seven…” Suddenly Isabelle turned and, faster than should ever have been humanly possible, hurtled towards the back exit. The door flew open and she was gone, the remains of the exit in a not much better state of repair than the now destroyed entrance. Gary ran over to the others but concentrated more on David. “What the fuck is going on?”

ACE Pulling up in my garage with an indifferent feeling,I opened the car door , walking halfway to the house door I heard a gentle giggle , who brought a child into the house? Curious I opened the door . I saw Isabella sitting in front of the game stand with the control pad ,she didn't strike me as one who is into games , but then why would she be laughing playing a duo game alone.

I was rudely awakened by the blinding sunlight the next morning. Gabriel hadn't returned home all night. I turned on the monitoring app on my phone that was connected to all the pinhole cameras in the secret villa, and saw him wearing a pink apron while clumsily making breakfast in the kitchen on the screen. Meanwhile, Isabelle was seated at the table. Her eyes were wrapped in thick bandages. The two-year-old pup kept calling Gabriel "Daddy" while clapping his hands and keeping himself amused on his own.

@isabelle_ Ew, I’m only 13! @rita_ I don’t want you having sex, @Isabelle. @isabelle_ Never will. It’s gross. @rita_ It is! Very. @olívia_ If they catch this chat, we’re going to jail. @isabelle_ Corruption of minors? @rita_ Corruption of majors. *You’re* corrupting us. @olívia_ Gabe’s having a birthday. @isabelle_ So what? I’ll send him a bomb.

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.”

Gabby asked. "Nothing much," Isabelle said and then circled her arms around her besties shoulders. "Selfish me just want to spend time with you two, my sisters. I'm so grateful to have you girls. Both of you literally keep me sane. I love you Sera." She kissed Sera's cheek. "And I love you too Gabby boo." She kissed Gabriella's cheek. "We love you too, dear." "We love you too sweetheart." They replied.

Could have fooled me. I went back to the top of her F******k page. 'Wonder who gave these ratings, and numbers?' I bet those are fake too. A boring life if you asked me. So far I have learnt little, except that Isabella's I*******m, F******k, only consists of. Cats, flowers, cakes, cats, cakes, flowers, headless shots of herself, more headless shots, more cats, and more flowers. 'But wait, what is this?'