Isabelle Gif Novels & Stories

Riven’s gaze lingered on the tablet. He had never expected to see Isabelle. At first, he wasn’t even sure it was her but he recalled that this was the same dress she had been wearing when she rushed out earlier that morning. On the screen, she crouched lightly, one hand gathering her skirt as though brushing against something unseen on the floor. Her movements were slow and almost languid. She trailed a finger in the air as if twirling a twig through water, and every so often, a small laugh slipped from her lips. Then, without warning, she turned. Her eyes widened, a look of startled surprise on her face. Those eyes gleamed with brightness, as if she had never learned to hide her joy.

It was surreal. With the deal done, Isabelle got to her feet on the bed and jumped, finally letting her joy out. "Yes, yes, yes!" she yelled, feeling like going outside and running in the street while screaming in happiness. As she continued whooping in joy, her door opened and Jacob appeared, a frown on his face. "What is-"

This showed me that you didn’t change. He approached Isabelle, but she pulled away from him almost immediately and went to the room’s opposite side. She mustn’t allow him to touch her, otherwise, she could break into a thousand pieces, like a piece of glass. Isabelle knew she couldn’t crumble in front of him. No, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see her falling apart. ‘Belle... It’s not what you think. Nothing happened between her and me. Besides, I don’t want Danielle, I want only you. Believe me, my love, these photos aren’t real.’

"No, just told him it was a business trip for a week and that I might get a promotion out of it." She nodded and sipped at her drink. "I've always loved these." Mark tasted his own and nodded in agreement. "Nice." "The pastry chef on the Island does a Mojito Sorbet. It's incredible." "Sounds it," Mark replied. "So tell me about the Island then. What's it like?"

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.

Isabelle said with a happy smile. "You didn't think I was just going to let you get away without giving you this," Cleo replied and handed her a sheet of paper. Isabelle took it from her and her eyes lit up when she saw the drawing of herself. Cleo had captured every single thing about her face and it was just perfect. "There's no way you drew this in just a few hours. This is amazing, Cleo. Thank you so much," Isabelle said and reached for a hug. "You're welcome," Cleo said and gracefully accepted the hug.

The pack member ran into the room, gasping for air and staring blankly. "Hi Rhys! Hahahaha! You need to check something out. What does that look like? Call me Isabelle. My heart stopped. “It's Isabelle? Okay, now what?” I ran after Rhys, and Axel was right behind him. Rhys's face turned pale, and he checked me out with worry. Beyond the camp, things were a mess. A small group of fighters were talking quietly to each other in the woods. As Rhys pushed his way through the crowd, I followed closely, scared to death. The moment we reached the centre of the circle, I let out a gasp. Isabelle was stood at the edge of the bush. Her clothes were bloody and torn.

GENERAL The little girl blinked and took a step backward, her eyes fixed on the strange man's face. Her body trembled as she clutched her fingers on her dress. She gulped hard. "I am sorry, sir. I don't want toy again. My mummy will be upset if she doesn't see me," Isabelle fluently let out, her voice shaky. The man's dark lips curled into a sinister smile, sending chills down Isabelle's spine. Looking at the smile, goosebumps surrounded her and gripped her body tightly.

Moreover, they weren't close. But his thoughts came to a halt, and so did his feet, as the girl with Yemi became recognizable. It was Isabelle. His heart stopped. She was wearing a hoodie over her night dress, decorated with the cartoon character ‘Mickey Mouse’. His heart started to hammer in a questionable manner, which he assumed was because he was jogging. They were getting close, their voices growing louder. “You're really out of shape.” Yemi's laughter echoed from his distance. “And you're a bad friend,” Isabelle told him and suddenly fell to the concrete ground, legs stretched out with her hands behind her.

She couldn’t possibly say no now so she picked up her jacket and was about to walk by her desk when she suddenly felt faint. Her head was spinning and she began to see images, flashes, and memories of herself but it was her face she saw; it was Hannah’s. She saw herself flying through the clouds, holding hands with a weird-looking man. She saw a baby crying in her arms while she smiled at it with love in her eyes. She saw the beach and felt the water hit her ankles. She saw blood, she saw fire, she saw darkness and then, she was overcome by a bright light. “No, no, no, you can’t take me away from him. Garin is mine and I won’t allow it,” Isabelle screamed and knocked over the items on her de