Isobel Tvd Novels & Stories

ISABELLA Sarah just stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. "Who are you,” she says slowly, “and what have you done with Isabella?” I roll my eyes. “Oh, relax.” “No, I’m serious,” she presses, stepping closer. “You? Ask Tina for help? The same Tina you just said you don’t trust?” I sigh, shifting my weight. “I said I don’t trust her completely. Not that she’s useless.” “That’s new.”

“Then I’ll see if trews and a tunic can be found for you.” “I don’t mind the dress,” Isobel looked back in the mirror at the pale blue gown. It wasn’t nearly as low cut as the one she’d had the other night. It clung to her middle and gave her a hint of womanly hips. She’d left her wrap on, much to the maid’s displeasure, so the dress had to be pinned to it or it would have fallen down. It covered her shoulders and no hint of cleavage showed. This sort of dress she could handle. For one night. Perhaps more after she took the top in so that the pins weren't a danger. “Well, it is a little big on the top, but I haven’t anything smaller.”

Because at this very moment, I could not think of a reason why she loved torturing me. “You see, I’ve told you.” Isobel shook her head, dark curly hair laced with too many hairsprays that they looked more like a helmet than hair that refused to move naturally. It was barely six in the morning and she had already a full-on made-up and glamour look. “She doesn’t love you. She has never loved you. This is why I couldn’t go to New York. I just,” she crouched on the floor and looked up at me. Her hand was placed on my thigh, her eyes were sorrowful. So sorrowful that I nearly believed her. Nearly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Darling.” Damn. She was good. Maybe she should’ve been an actres

“Like what?” Tessa challenged. “What exactly do you want to watch instead?” “I don’t know,” Isabella admitted, flopping down on the couch beside Olivia. “Just something new. Something exciting.” She turned to Olivia with pleading eyes. “Liv, please tell Tess we cannot watch Outlander again tonight.” Olivia chuckled softly and lifted both hands in surrender. “Nope,” she said. “I’m staying out of this one. You two can settle it yourselves.”

Developed the hate for such people from the years spent monitoring my father. Isobel tries to lift her body up but falls back on the bar stool. The man holds onto her, helping her to the seat which from the look of it seems like his gesture doesn’t align with her will. He’s touching her. I don’t need an interpreter to know she’s disturbed yet he’s not backing off. She’s trying to break free casually but he’s not giving her space. His hold on her is becoming violent and his fingers begin to wander around places they shouldn’t be.

I finally spoke sounding brusquer than I wanted. “Don't control her, Sanders.” Cindy warned me and then turned to my girlfriend “It's just soda, I was drinking vodka and we just made a round of tequila, but if you don’t want any of it, then there's a taste for everyone in here.” She explained shrugging to then extend the glass with the soda to Olivia.