Lady Isabella Novels & Stories

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

Almost. "There's no need to go that far for me," I said, embarrassed to keep up my neck and turning it red. "I don't think I'm worth all that trouble," "But you are," he said it like it was an undisputable fact, then he scrutinized me to troubled stare before adding, "Isabella you are the lunar princess, and insults to you is an insult to the royal alpha family because you are one of us," "Oh I didn't think of it that way..."

"A woman named Isabella wishes to speak with you. She claims to be a business woman." Oswald raised an eyebrow, intrigued. A business woman? This striking and beautiful? He gave Nathan a slight nod, signaling his approval. So Nathan walked back to the entrance and ask the guard there to step aside, allowing Isabella to approach. She moved gracefully, her confidence evident in every step. Isabella, a very beautiful and enchanting lady, with beautiful curves at the right places, was Robert's accomplice, he had hired her for this.

My father had gone ahead to interact with he-wolves of noble families, while the Countess took me and Isabella along with her. ‘’Who’s the young lady, Countess? I am familiar with Isabella, but certainly not her.’’ One of the she-wolves curiously glanced my way. I calmly met the probing eyes of the she-wolves before glancing at the Countess, just to find her lips more wider. ‘’She’s the second young lady of the Lancaster family.’’ The moment she introduced me, the probing and curious gazes of the she-wolves all changed to contempt and disgust.

Her face was calm in the way beautiful women become when they already know the effect they have on people. Immediately, her eyes went straight to me first. “You must be Isabella,” she said smoothly. Her voice was soft and Controlled. But something beneath it felt sharp enough to cut skin. I gave a polite smile and said “And you’re Elena.” “Vivian,” Elena said politely without looking away from me, “you look lovely tonight.” “I survive through expensive fabrics,” Vivian replied dryly. That almost made me smile but I couldn’t. Elena’s attention returned fully to me.

"No... that is structurally impossible... she was taken off the board..." Matteo snapped his head toward his mentor. "Give me the identity, Gabriel. You know her?" Gabriel swallowed hard, his voice dropping into a horrified whisper that carried decades of secrets. "...Isabella." Lorrie’s brow furrowed, a new, toxic spike of unease hitting her stomach. "Who is Isabella?" Gabriel’s eyes remained fixed on the white silhouette. "The only high-born woman... Lorenzo Dimitri was ever legally and strategically supposed to marry."

CAMILA'S POV I walked over to the garden where the maids already set up my books in anger. I don't know why but that Alan of a man just irritates me a lot. I walked over to the seat and sat gently, letting out a sigh. "Where is Isabella?" I asked the maid nearby. "She is in etiquette class, Your Majesty." She replied with her head bowed and I hummed before a young lady walked over to me. She was dressed in noble attire with two maids following her.

So, I didn’t hold back and shouted at him, “I am here for the sword. It’s not my intention to disturb your mother-son reunion. Please, give it to me!” My firm demand burst Lady Isabella into laughter, she pointed her finger at me. “Are you sure that you are a true nymph, Lizette? Open your eyes and watch closely! Am I really Vincent’s mom?” Her voice became shrill, almost familiar, twisting my gut. My eyes grew impossibly wide to spot the changing facial features of Lady Isabella. Her appearance drastically converted from an old lady to a young, ravishing beauty, freezing my body. The sparks in my mind desperately tried to conne

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.

“You just barged in here and told me to—” “Five minutes, Isabella.” I turned on my heel. “Don’t make me carry you.” I didn’t wait for her response though. … “Youve never taken me anywhere nice, infact you've never even taken me anywhere aside your stupid villa.” Isabella muttered as we stepped out of the car. I smirked. “You think this is nice?” She turned, opening her mouth—only to freeze. I watched as her eyes widened, taking in the scene before her.