Isabelle Gif Novels & Stories

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

I still felt disgusting though, having not bathed in what felt like days, and wearing the same clothing I arrived in. “Oh, good, you’re awake,” Isabelle said from the doorway, peering down at me through the metal bars, a glimmer of humor in her eyes. “That was quite an ugly sight. Should have seen you flailing around on the ground… desperate for air.” She let out an ugly cackle, reminding me of a witch. I clenched my fists, and my lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, wait… I have the video for memory. I could just show you,” she laughed as she pulled out her phone and brought up the footage of me being force-fed.

“Care to share? I have been looking for some action for a while now. Life is getting boring.” “Brent!” A female voice sounded too sweet behind him. Everyone turned to look at this perfect barbie walking up to us. At least six feet tall, thin layer of muscle over her bones, with obviously fake boobs that didn’t move an inch. Her hair was bleached blonde, perfect curls and pouty red lips. “Getting into trouble?” Her eyes locked with Cade and Maddox before landing on me. “Everyone, this is my mate, Isabelle.” She held out her hand to Cade and then to Maddox. “Thank you for having us this weekend. It’s nice to see friends again.” She finally held out her hand to me. “Nice to meet you.”

after she said she didn't want to have sex with you until you changed it. I look at my phone's screen. It's our selfie picture now. Isabella told me to change the 'grope' picture. I said I didn't have another picture to put there. I want it to be our picture. So she said let's take a selfie. And she surprised me when she counted to three and suddenly she kissed my cheek. So that's the picture. Selfie with Isabella kissing my cheek. She looked fucking adorable.

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–”

ISABELLE’S POV I removed my bra and tossed it so I could be comfortable. My stomach was still full from all the pastries, and I kicked off my sandals, letting myself sink further into the cushions. I stared at my phone for a moment, wondering what to do next… then a grin spread across my face. Time to update the girls. I FaceTimed the group chat, and as soon as it connected, Mira’s face lit up the screen. “Isabelle! You’re in Paris! Are you two making babies yet?!”

Isabel looked calm and friendly, she wore a ripped jean and a beautiful bubble top, her hair was tired in a pony tail but her face looked tired and pale with circles under her eyes. "Don't you mean I look horrible?" She asked then gasped. We turned to look at what she was looking at when we saw king approaching us angrily, Isabel quickly fixed her top when king stood next to us. "Hey" she whispered as king laughed loudly. "Hey, Hey is all you can say after all the shit you made me go through?, Wait let me ask you this, why are you here Isabel?" He asked seriously. She took in a deep breath, released it then went down on her knees.

"You wanted to know the reason why I hate Andrew, go ahead and check that envelope. " Sebastien pointed at the envelope lying on the desk. Isabella picked up the envelope and opened it. There were some pictures inside it. Her eyes went wide, and she was shocked . Those were pictures of Andrew going out with different girls, including the pictures of him kissing another girl . Suddenly, she started laughing, "I never expected you to stoop this low. You photoshoped them, didn't you?"