Isabelle X Mayor Novels & Stories

“What secret?” “Surely you’ve seen the news reports, Daddy! It’s practically all they talk about.” Burke waved his hand dismissively, taking the alpha’s apparent ignorance as a sign of the latter. “Her Highness is talking about—” “She’s Xaden’s pregnant fiancee,” Isabelle hissed, sneaking a glare at Burke. “That was uncalled for,” Burke said with a frown, steadfastly trying to defend me as best he could. “This is not the place—”

Instead of reaching for rope or toys he simply looked at me. “There’s something we need to discuss.” My stomach dropped. His tone was too serious. “What is it, Sir?” He exhaled slowly. “Isabella is back in the city.” The name hit me like ice water. Isabella. His former submissive. The one who had sold photos to the tabloids two years before he bought me, the one whose jealousy had nearly cost him his board seat. I had never met her, but her shadow had lingered in quiet warnings from his security team.

With her birthday just a few days away, they are busy planning a special celebration, eagerly reminiscing about her first steps and words, and looking forward to making new memories as they mark another wonderful year in her life. Meanwhile, Annabelle has now served as mayor for four transformative years, during which New York City has evolved remarkably. Development projects have sprouted across various neighborhoods, breathing new life into once-neglected areas. Streets that were previously riddled with potholes and shadows have been revitalized with parks, community centers, and thriving businesses. As she surveys the bustling streets and engages with the diverse communities, she feels a

Jaxon also went to sit beside Jolene, giving her a little kiss on her forehead. ___ "Congratulations, Issabella," Stacy said over the video call. "Thanks, Stacy," Issabella replied. "Sorry I couldn't come over," Maya said from another part of the screen. It was a connected video call. "Our new president is glowing. I'm so happy for you, baby!" Catelyn said cheerfully. "Thanks, guys," Issabella smiled. After wishing Issabella good luck, Maya returned to her work. She ordered her employees around, making sure everything was in place.

Everything would have not been possible in the first place without them. Celestine Morden is the current mayor of Makati. Even though she is the most childish in all of five of us, meeting her in person is a whole damn new experience. No one would not even believe that the mere word “childish” will ever fit her. She is a billionaire and do we need to say more? She is currently preparing for her re-election to her position and the more childish she gets, the more we know that she is relieving all her stress. We let her be the fake youngest of us because we love her.

But after a while, John added intentionally, "However, Capital City is not my territory, and I had little connections with the police. I don't know if they will take this matter seriously." After all, Mayor Hyatt was a high-ranking official, so he could understand the hint. Therefore, the imposing man said directly, "I will hand this matter over to Secretary Zhu to keep an eye on..." "Thank you, Mayor Hyatt." "Don't thank me. Howard is my son. If I don't care about him, who else cares about him?" It was for this reason that John dared to hint this kind of thing to him. However, since he was so cooperative, he had to be polite as well. "In short, with Mayor Hyatt's help, I presume we'll be ab

He shrugged, then asked her on a more serious note, "I see you got the invite to the mayor's daughter's wedding." She glanced at the envelop Padma had given her earlier, which was still lying on the counter. "Is that what it is about?" "Yes. Natasha Murdoch is getting married in two weeks and the man is inviting nearly everyone in Colby." "Great." Isabel said nonchalantly, and was about to leave when he called his attention again, "Will you RSVP the invite?" "Sure, why not? The mayor is one of my regulars." She shrugged flippantly, "Well, I'll be attending the wedding." He confided in her with a smirk,

"She pointed him at Claire." "She knew Claire from Boston. She knew what Claire was. She thought — Isabelle's voice was careful — "she thought Claire would neutralise George permanently and Nathan would finally have what he wanted and be manageable again." She let that sit. "She didn't anticipate Marcus Webb. Or you. Or Richard." "Where is she now?" George said. "Seattle," Isabelle said. "She moved here fourteen months ago." She held Kristine's gaze. "She was the woman in your building lobby the night before you flew back from Austin. Walsh has her name. He'll move on her today."

Isabelle was Elder Maurice’s daughter, the female demon whom no one dared to mess with in the area. He lowered his head further. “Ms. Isabelle, what can I do for you?”

her voice jerked him into action again, he proceeded to his room with no further delay **************************************** Isabella was already thinking of different possible plans for their new task. Earlier that day when she and Jake worked to gather information about the Mayor on the internet, they also visited his twitter profile and studied several tweets mentioning his handle and those including his name in the text, out of the several hundreds of tweets that had his handle mentioned, three got Isabella’s attention. One was from the Dallas State Minister of transportation and road infrastructure, reporting the progress of a bridge project. The other was from a popular artiste who