Novelas y relatos de Isobel Tvd

The other insisted she had never belonged to any coven at all. And now this. This new report stated that Isobel Valambrosa died at eighteen. Eighteen. A few weeks before she supposedly met one of the vampire generals that she had a forbidden union with. This made no sense I slammed the documents onto the desk and pressed my fingers to my temple. “Why are there so many contradictions, Theodore?” I lifted my gaze to him. “Where did you get this… and the previous records?” “The earlier ones came from the coven archives and the vampire birthing house,” Theodore said. “This one came from the old woman who trained Isobel.”

"Turn around. I want to see you" Isobel tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned and gave me a searing look from beneath her lashes. She has the most magnificent breasts. I smiled and she smiles back. This is going to be fun. Reaching forward, I grabbed the waistband of my jeans and tugged sharply so her glorious tits are once more pressed against my chest. "Kiss me" She growled. Her voice low and demanding. She ran her tongue over her top teeth and my body responded, my groin tightening.

“You won’t, sweetheart. Trust me.” Isobel reached under her long, flowy dress and tugged down her panties until they fell on the ground. Kyle helped her position herself, her pussy hovering right over his face, her dress hiding his face and her thighs. Gripping her ample ass in both palms, he pulled her to him and his tongue speared her, using her ass to roll her hips against him as he licked, sucked, and flicked his tongue on her clit and entrance. “Oooh,” she panted, shoving her fingers into his dark brown hair.

Travis was a funny guy and he meant no harm. "You'll be bored to death with me, Travis. Find yourself a Pernille Harder or a Vivianne Miedema," said Isabella with a laugh. These were the world's best female footballers and last time she had visited Tiffany's house, Travis had shown her their pictures in some sports magazine. Travis laughed at her sassy answer. The rest of the time Tiffany updated Isabella her own love story with Sebastián. "You should write a book on us, girl, " she said. Isabella waved her off.

Violet watched this scene and could not help but smile. 'Isabel is the cutest little girl I've ever met. Although she has a huge temper, she only directs it at Odell and Tara. She's never lost her temper with us and is sometimes so well-behaved that it's heartbreaking. It's clear that Sylvia brought her up well. 'As for Tara...If not for my good friend who worked in Lake Victoria Villa as her housekeeper and told me many things, I would probably have been fooled by Tara's hypocritical act.

Her center was ripe for the taking and ready to be filled to the brim by her husband who had the goofiest of grins on his face. Isobel removed her finger to Jean's disappointment, causing her to groan and whimper at the removal of pleasure. Isobel turned around and gave Cedric a taste of Jean's skin on her finger, sliding her finger in and out like the act of sex itself. Cedric smacked his lips like he was tasting chocolate. Isobel reached behind his head and untied the blindfold, allowing him to finally see the two women, completely exposed on top of him. His eyes were wide with wonder like a kid in a candy store, and his cock twitched underneath the two of them.

CHAPTER 75 Calla's POV The morning light streamed through the kitchen windows as I stirred honey into my tea, one hand resting on my growing bump, the other scrolling through my phone. Isobel sat at the island, meticulously arranging her breakfast into geometric patterns—eggs in a perfect square, toast triangles aligned like pyramids. "I want to go somewhere," she announced without looking up. "Somewhere specific?" "Anywhere. The same walls every day." She sighed dramatically, a perfect imitation of every teenager who ever lived. "I'm going stir-crazy."

“Are you retarded? I gave you three girls to fuck.” “You want us to impregnate your own daughter? Are you insane?” I shouted, turning around to see if there was some way of getting out of our new prison. “Three daughters. I have no sons, unfortunately.” Vasquez chuckled, “Count yourself privileged, Nico. Isobel asked specifically for you. She is my eldest and I am very proud of her. She knows what she wants and will do whatever it takes to get it.” “Both of you are out of your minds. I won’t do it. I have a mate.” My heart longed for Darina, now more than ever.

He didn't get angry often, but when he did it was bad. “You don’t know me, ” Isobel began her voice rising as she spoke. “There was nothing between us. There will never be anything between us. Your family has already caused more harm than good to mine. All I want is to get out of this place. I need to make sure my brother is—” Isobel didn’t get to finish her sentence when Angelo’s hand softly began to caress the back of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly began to relax to his touch, forgetting everything she was saying.

Isabel was trying to provoke him into striking first, knowing quite well that the first one to strike always lose, but he isn’t going to fall for her petty tricks. “It wouldn’t have come to this if our father had done the right thing.” He was staring directly at Dylan, who he intends to kill first in order to provoke Isabel. “By the right thing, you mean not getting involved with your whore of a mother.” She hastily replied, pushing his buttons. Rodrigo angrily charged towards Dylan, who was helplessly trying to free himself, but Isabel’s quick reflex enabled her to push him with force before he could get to her mate, sending him flying. No one is allowed to mess with her mate, not when she’