Isobel Tvd Novels & Stories

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

Please answer my calls, I need to make sure you’re good. Isobel turned off her phone after that. He said he needs to make sure she’s good, probably with the sex and all. When she used the back of her hand to clean a teardrop. She didn’t regret the sex with him, it was beautiful and she was glad to have him as her first, but she felt a little sad that he didn’t feel the same way about her. He had been so caring that she thought he felt the same. She didn’t want to think about him. She was going to change her number. That was all there was to it.

To be ruined. She sat behind her desk, pen in hand, reading the same line of a letter over and over. The knock came soft at first, then again, sharper. “Come in,” she said, her voice even. Isobel entered like a shadow slipping through a crack in the light. She was out of uniform — a simple ivory blouse, skirt just to the knee — and her hair, for once, was loose. It caught the light like spun gold, falling over her shoulders in waves.

Sasha escaped the first time she was taken for an abortion. She was beyond reluctant to have everything she'd fought so hard for be wasted because of Isobel's death. So, she spread a carefully edited video online. It showed the showdown at Johnson Manor. She made sure to portray herself as a pitiful woman who'd ended up being abandoned. "I've always known about Tony and Isobel's love story. I've also always been envious of them. I'll admit that I love Tony deeply, but it never crossed my mind to come between him and Isobel!

“After Isobel.” “Who’s Isobel?” A sad smile appeared on my roommate’s perfectly pink lips. “Isobel was Dominic’s fiancée.” Hold the phone. Dominic had a fiancée??? “They were engaged almost straight out of university, maybe ten years ago or so. Isobel, Nate, Dom, and a few others were inseparable. But when our father died, Dom got more responsibilities. He had to take care of our mother, me, and my father’s business, which many vultures were trying to peck or profit from. They thought Dom was just a mindless young adult, but he had ideas and was brilliantly clever. Then, Isobel got sick. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and hid it from Dom. She knew he was busy salvaging what he could af

Ace took out his phone from his pocket, shuffled around the screen, and finally came to a halt, playing a record and holding it to my ear. I frowned, wondering what he was on about. However, the minute I heard that weak gasp come from the recording, my brows shot up. I couldn't mistake that voice for anyone. Isobel. “Why are you doing this to me?” Isobel spoke through the phone, whimpering. What had this monster done to her? Oh my God. “Because I want to use you to get something I want.” Ace responded through the phone in his usual cold tone. “What's that?”

“Ezra could also have reasons to harass you although we don't know what they are. He was the person who scored the fewest points. Isaac and Fernando are even, but you already discarded Fernando so only Isaac remains.” Paola erased everything on the board and left Isaac's name. I got out of bed and walked over to her. “It can't be Isaac, it must be someone else.” “Have they called you when Isaac is present?” “No.” “We have no evidence but we could go to your house and try to do some research.” “He has seen with his own eyes how much this has affected me. If you are right in what you say, he deserves the Oscar for best actor.”

Tavian smirked, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and started to smoke. "Come out," Tavian’s voice rang out as he exhaled. Isabella froze, holding her breath and hoping he wasn't talking to her. "Will you come out obediently, or should I make you?" Tavian said, turning toward the spot where Isabella was hiding. Isabella's heart skipped a beat as she realized he was speaking to her. Having no choice, she stood up slowly with her head bowed. She walked toward Tavian but kept a large gap between them. Tavian stared at her as he exhaled smoke. Even though she was looking down at her feet, she could feel his cold gaze. It was even worse than the look his sister had given her earlier.

His father, Gerald, was the only man in the country with more power than Isobel’s father, the man who held the keys to the University and the very land we stood on. Nathan had approached me with a cold, jagged arrogance. He had seen me here before, serving drinks in the dark, and he thought he could buy me. He wanted to use me, to break me, and I had done the unthinkable: I had said no. Isobel had seen it. And since then, she has been looking for ways to make my life a living hell. Which had already started. “Tell her to get on the glass,” Isobel commanded, her voice dropping to a deadly, silky whisper. “Tell her to grovel for it.”

It felt raw and explosive. It was the moment Sera realizes she’s been betrayed. The moment everything she thought she understood shatters. And the person standing across from her was Veda, who was played by none other than Isabel. My gaze shifted slightly as I spotted her across the set. She looked the part. Completely. Isabel looked calm, composed, and dangerous. She was definitely everything Veda was in the book. And for a brief moment, I couldn’t help but acknowledge it. She was good. Isabel was, in fact, very good. On screen, at least.