Lady Isabella Novels & Stories

Isabella asked the lady in the store. "Sure," the lady replied and handed a bottle of water. Isabella roamed her eyes in the store while drinking when she heard the lady in the store. "You are beautiful," the lady said. She was dumbstruck by Isabella's beauty and couldn't help herself from complimenting her. "Umm... Thank you," Bella smiled. "Are you local?" a question added by Bella. "Yes," the lady answered, and she was friendly. "Do you know where the Blackhound village is?" Isabella asked, but wasn't prepared to see the woman's pissed-off reaction. She did not get what happened to her.

The auction is about to take place stay quiet and do as your told". She frowns as confusion flooded through her mind when suddenly blinding lights where turned on brightening the dark room. She quints as her eyes slowly adjust to the bright lights that's when she heard the voice speaking again. " Good evening ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Isabella Smith but as most of you know her as the runner" Isabella frowned as she heard this. " Isabella is 18 years old approximately 5" 7 and 120 pounds. Her hair is naturally black, and her eyes are deep chocolate brown, she is also known to be quite fiery, she's a virgin, so her innocence her more valuable, with her natural exotic beauty

His eyes, glowing with a gentle light, were so bright, enveloping Isabella and the world in their depths. The two of them gazed quietly at each other, as if all the noise of the world had vanished, leaving only the person in each other’s eyes. The day after the wrap party, the cast of 'The Enchanting Lady' made headlines. Cynthia scoured the news, only to find that all the top stories were about Isabella, while her own news was buried in the corners, hard to find. "Trailer for 'The Enchanting Lady' dazzles with Isabella’s stunning performance as the revered Lady."

I asked, directing my gaze at Evelyn. "You see, all this time, you both underestimated me. I had my men tailing you, they have been following you all this time and now here we are." Their pleas for mercy began to spill forth just as the door swung open. "My beloved wife, Isabella," I announced as she stepped inside. Upon entering, her icy gaze fell upon them. "What have I done to deserve such hatred from you?" Isabella was clearly on the verge of tears, while Victoria remained silent, merely observing the unfolding drama.

I questioned, stretching my hand towards the divorce papers Brandon was holding. He hesitated but he eventually gave it to me. I smirked at him, winked at Stella, whose face had now turned pale, before I scribbled my signature on the paper and dropped it on the table. “There you go,” I murmured, my eyes locked on him. “Now you can finally be with Stella without the guilt… or the thrill of cheating. Let’s see how long the spark lasts when it’s just the two of you.” Without wasting time, I voiced. “I, Issabella Crawley, reject Alpha Brandon of Moonshine pack as my chosen mate.” I felt a sting in my heart but I ignored it. Alpha Brandon hesitated but he accepted my rejection.

“Disappeared? Darling, I’ve been right under your nose the entire time. And I’ve been watching everything unfold. I must admit, it’s been quite entertaining.” Lord Thomas turned to Isabella, his expression hardening. “What are you doing here? This isn’t the time for your games.” Isabella ignored him, her gaze never leaving Victoria. “Oh, but it is the perfect time for games, Thomas,” she said softly, her tone almost mocking. “You see, I’ve been watching you all. All this time, you’ve been so blind to the truth. But don’t worry, darling, I’m here now. And I have a few truths to share.”

How can I be a pawn in their games of power tussle and supremacy? "No," I whispered, sharply. Lorenzo's voice dripped with foreboding, "Yes, my dear Isabella. You're caught in a web of deceit. And I'm the only one who can save you!”

Twice. "Do you like my gift, Isabella?"

​And there, at the center of the room, stood Isabella. ​She was draped in white silk, looking every bit the "High-Alpha Queen" she claimed to be. But as we approached, her face didn't show triumph. It showed a mask of crumbling disbelief. She had the vials of London chemicals in her pocket, ready to expose a fraud, but the scent hitting her nostrils right now wasn't a chemical. It was the ancient, undeniable truth of my lineage. ​"Julian," Isabella said, her voice high and brittle. She didn't even look at me; her eyes were locked on Elara. "And... Elara. I didn't realize you were invited to such a... pure event."

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.