Isabelle X Mayor Novels & Stories

Caroline said to Mayor Bennard Garcia warmly while making him seat on his Office chair. “(Sighs!!) Caroline………………..I don’t know what I’d do if she is among the victims……………She’s my only daughter and I…………….I……………I………….I……………..Can’t…………Just…………Lose her………………I……………….Really………………Can’t.” Mayor Bennard Garcia said to Miss. Caroline In a worried tone while stuttering. "Don't worry, Sir!! Nothing Is gonna happen to Miss. Isabella…………….I Promise." Deputy Mayor Malia said to Mayor Bennard Garcia warmly In an assuring tone.

I said. “I want both or my daughters to be with me.” “For what, all of Zamora knows who we are and what you have done. You think having us with you will get you another year in the office.” “No,” Ricardo says, “That’s exactly what you plan to do. It will never happen.” “Isabella Maria Valéz Rodríguez, you and your sister will return to Zamora, The doorbell rang. I stood up and walked away to the door. I opened Mama was standing there. Reina was standing behind her.

That was who I was. The door to my office creaked open, and one of my assistants walked in. "Sir, you have a call from the mayor's office. They want to discuss the upcoming charity gala." I nodded, my mind snapping back into focus. Business didn't wait for anyone, not even the Don's son Isabella POV As I sat there, frozen in shock, my eyes glued to the final of the documents, the words blurred together, but one sentence stood out, seared into my brain like a branding iron.

He was dressed in guard clothes and he stood out with his amazing height and figure, she licked her lips hungrily wishing she could just spend some time with him. “Isabelle.. are you listening?” Her father inquired and she nodded tearing her gaze away from him. Another interview. “Isabelle what strategy do you intend to use to help your father win this election, I’ve gone through your page and noted that you haven’t made any post concerning the election” The host asked, stunning everyone, Roberto tried to compose himself and answer.. “I don’t like disclosing my plans but since you wanna know it, my father’s administration has decided to renovate the suburb and change the lives of those livin

Eric, noticing the chaos cut in, "I'm honored to meet you, Mrs..." "Mulan. Matilda Mulan," She replied, relishing the joy that her daughter's imagined romance brought her. "Is it Mr Mulan of Los Angeles? The man who will be nominated as the next Mayor?" IIsabel was perplexed, but Matilda gave no peculiar reaction which showed that she knew about it. "Pardon?" Isabel queried.

Isabel was confused at first when she learnt about her dad’s whereabouts. What does he want with Dylan? Or does he intend to intimidate David on his first day in the Pride pack? No, she can’t let the young pup encounter such an unpleasant experience on his first day here. With that thought, Isabel ran outside the house, got into her black Mercedes SUV and drove off. Courtesy of Xavi, she didn’t have to waste so much of her time searching for them and drove straight to the park.

He finally released my shoulders, only to immediately place a reassuring hand at the small of my back. "Rhea, this is Isabelle Montaigne. She manages several of the commercial land development projects for my company here in Imperial City." I offered her a deliberately small, cool smile, "A pleasure." I said, my voice sweet but flat, letting her know I hadn't forgotten her 'servant' comment. Isabelle, however, was clearly not done. The initial shock had morphed into a determined calculation. She turned to me, her eyes doing another, more thorough sweep.

Thank you so much for being with us tonight as we interview the newly appointed President of Women of Glendale, Miss Isabella Jones. My nose flared as the news ended with a tune and lights blurred, stealing her from me. My grip tightened around the iPad I had in hand, and I felt so many emotions charging at me at once. She was alive, and she was living as some fuckin Isabella jones from God knows where. Anger, happiness, rage, so many emotions came crashing down at me. “She is in America,” I said almost to myself, and I felt anger bubbling its way to the surface. There was one person, only one fuckin person who could have had the balls to pull such a stunt up. Alexander fuckin’ Aldermen.