Isobel Tvd Novels & Stories

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

Isobel Feeling tired after dealing with Ryle's unexpected proposal, I went home, arriving late for my night shift at the Moonlight Cavern. Mrs. Potts scolded me for being tardy, and I couldn't help but blame Ryle for the whole mess. Despite the scolding, I pushed through my shift, trying to focus on my work. Ryle's proposition still lingered in my mind, making it hard to concentrate. Mrs. Potts' disapproval and my frustration intensified with each mistake, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Ryle's intrusion had not only affected my personal life but had also cast a shadow over my work.

Isobel, a somewhat dominant female of my pack, called out as she walked over to my desk. When my eyes glanced up at her, it took a lot of energy not to roll them at her outfit alone. The tank top she wore cut far too low and exposed a lot of her breasts, making it look like a hungry infant would want to be fed at the sight of her. The black skirt she had on left little to the imagination as well. Isobel liked to wear her long, blonde hair straightened so it fell to the middle of her back and over her breasts. Then she caked on mascara and lipstick to accentuate her gray-blue eyes and full lips.

Isobel, on the other hand, was number 38. The two studios were a long way apart.

Vernon spoke and drove off. “Serena!” I heard a voice call out and was pulled into a tight hug by Olivia. “You look so much better and look at that ring!” She looked from Isobel to me and was probably waiting for her to introduce herself, but Isobel took matters into her own hands and stepped forward. “Nice to meet you, I’m Isobel and did you guys work together at the strip club?” She asked while knowing damn well that was not the case. “Uhm no at the factory, we’ve already seen each other before,” Olivia called her out, causing her to shrug her shoulders. “Hmm, my bad.”

"Mother, I know you'll be disappointed when you get this, furious even.But I can't get married to Xavier when he sees me as a spoilt brat.He should respect me.My decision to delaying this wedding would make him realize that I'm a jewel and I should be cherished.I'm not coming back until he learns to treat me like a queen" Isobel's body almost slumped on the floor but Miguel quickly held her. "Alisha has killed me"She choked out. "If this is what she wants, I think you should understand, and everyone knows Xavier is a ruthless billionaire,this isn't her fault"

Sharp eyes and chiselled nose, plump lips and a perfect slender figure. I took the glass from her and she sat down on Arabella’s seat with a leg crossed over the other. “You were all alone, so I thought of giving you some company,” she said, her voice filled with power. It didn’t take me much time to guess who she was, and I asked, “You’re the capo’s wife?” She nodded with a humble smile. “Isobel Vitale.” “Mariella Romano.” “I know.” Looking around the room, she mused, “I’m not sure if anyone here seems to like me.”

Olivia glanced at Kaiden who had a book opened before him, and a tray of snacks on the table. "Do I look okay?" Olivia asked, Isobel rolled her eyes. "You have asked that over and over again" Isobel said with a smirk "Are you doubting me?" She asked. Olivia shook her head, not that she doubted Isobel or how she looked but she just got to ask cause she sure want to get him mesmerized that he wouldn't even look at any other ladies not even Cara. Olivia is beautifully dressed from her head to her feet showing that she must have spent a lot of hours with a beautician.

She is petite, of course, and looks quite confident but it is the way she feels familiar like someone I used to know that draws me in. Beside me, Isobel, my finance Secretary slams her hand against the table. It startles Dillion who works with her. I have a feeling they are secretly dating but I don't say it. Dillon’s pint of beer shakes and spills across the space and he cusses underneath his breath. She breaks eye contact and watches as the yellowy liquid pools and slips to the ground. I reach forward with a napkin and dab at the stain. She apologizes and for a while nobody says anything. I do not even look up at the lady from a few tables away. Isobel speaks. “I swear if one more partner

A little distance from the TV was the figure of Isabella, lounging like a queen on the couch, wearing a pink robe. A bowl of popcorn rested by her side. Isla stopped at the entrance for a second. Something inside her pricked, but she pushed the feeling down, like always. She was too tired for a fight. She started to walk past. But Isabella saw her and, since Damien was yet inside, she didn’t miss her chance to, of course, throw one of her usual subtle jabs at her. She smirked, with eyes still partly on the screen. “Your life’s practically a soap opera now. You should…uhm… thank Damien for giving you season three.”