Isabelle Novels & Stories

Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please" "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with Anna,you're just jealous coz she's prettier than you!" Aurora shouted at the one who made the bad comment "Aurora please" Annabella muttered and Aurora scoffed. Everyone set to work after that Annabella sighed out and wore her apron,somehow she still wondered if the man is the Thadeus or just a random Thadeus. •••• Gregor's island is probably one of the biggest one would ever see,it's all painted in pure white with no single stain on it,people prefer calling it a paradise coz its just extraordinary

Isabelle muttered to herself and faced Alpha Baron boldly. “What is this lie about? You keep calling me a liar but I’m not aware of what the lie is.” Isabelle said angrily, she started thinking of the best way to end the misunderstanding and the only way she could think of was the baby, she placed her hand on her belly and screamed.

**A Daughter’s Secret** The morning sunlight spilled into Isabelle and Andrew’s home, casting a warm glow over their tranquil surroundings. Yet, Isabelle couldn’t shake the growing unease that had settled in her heart. Her daughter, Liliana, was changing in ways that defied explanation. At just three months old, she appeared closer to a three-year-old, her body developing far beyond normal growth patterns.

the girl replied. "Please, call me Giselle." She nodded. "Giselle." "What is your name?" Giselle asked. "Isa. Short for Isabel," she said, smiling cheerfully. She was quite young and beautiful, with brunette hair packed in a bun, and she was almost Giselle's height. "Isa is lovely," Giselle said. "Thank you," Isa replied, smiling. "Alright, let's get on with work," Giselle said, walking toward the gas cooker.

Eva called out. The woman stepped forward smoothly. “Are you alright? The temperature sensors spiked again.” “How would you know that?” “I monitor all the lab feeds,” Isabelle replied casually. “It’s part of my oversight role. For safety.” “Safety,” Eva echoed, forcing a thin smile. “Right.” Her heart pounded as Isabelle turned away, her heels clicking softly on the marble. Safety. No—observation. That night, Eva couldn’t sleep. She sat in front of her tablet, running searches, tracing digital breadcrumbs through the Foundation’s secured archives. Isabelle’s file was pristine—too pristine. Not a s

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

The girl lifted her face, mascara streaking down her cheeks like war paint. "Who are you," the temple head demanded, "and what's so unfair that you felt the need to ruin such a prosperous event?" Her voice shook, but she held her ground. "Your majesty," she said, eyes burning, "I'm Isabelle Amos! I'm ashamed to say I'm raising a child as an unmated woman! I recognize this is my own problem, but I just couldn't sit aside while only this child is acknowledged!" She pointed directly at Remus.

Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I have become Tim Frost's heir. In addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want this inheritance. I want Tim himself, but he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said that I must forget him. If I can't be with Tim Frost, then I'll give birth to another Tim—his child. Then, no one can take him away from me, and Tim Frost will be in my life again. My own son.

Victoria said slowly, "then you have to stop being connected to Magdalena's infrastructure. You have to disconnect yourself completely. You have to" "Die," Isabelle finished. She wasn't emotional about the statement. Just accepting. "Yes, I have to cease existing in any networked form. Yes, I have to remain purely biological and isolated. Yes, I have to sacrifice the only form of existence I've maintained for forty years." "Why would you do that?" Anastasia demanded. She was understanding that Isabelle was offering genuine redemption through genuine sacrifice. She was understanding that the woman who'd orchestrated so much betra

Isabelle spoke first, her voice slightly slurred. "You're back." "Yes. I came to see you, Mother." Isabelle didn't respond to that. She looked away, lowering her gaze to her own knees. After a moment, her right index finger began to trace a shape in the air. A hexagon. Stroke by stroke, adjusting the angles repeatedly. Six sides. Six corners. "What are you drawing?" Avery asked. Isabelle's finger kept moving. She only slowed after completing the fourth repetition. She lifted her eyes toward Avery, her gaze empty and distant.