Lady Isabella Novels & Stories

Lady Eleanor Thorne the Elder was sipping tea from a Ming Dynasty porcelain cup, as if she had never been exiled just days ago. And beside her stood a young woman who presented a stark contrast to Liora. Her name was Isabella de Montfort not the Isabella who had been ruined in the Alps, but one whose image had been "cleansed" by Eleanor, wearing a white Chanel silk gown symbolizing aristocratic purity. "Ah, Mavric. My rebellious son has finally come home," Lady Eleanor placed her cup down with a soft clink that echoed through the hall. "And you brought... your hacker 'staff' with you."

Lady Storm inquired her eyes searching for answers in the unknown. "Yeah! I wondered," Jessica added biting down her lips in curiosity, ever since she got to know about Vincent's marriage, the thought of knowing why Vincent had chosen Isabella over her always haunted her. She had sent for her information but was futile, as he couldn't get her identity. "An who is lady?" Jessica inquired her tone evident of curiosity as she waited patiently for Lady Storm's reply. "Her name is Isabella Casey, she is an upcoming actress." Lady Storm announced, handing a sheet of paper to Jessica.

castes of the pack—peered out. ​“The Lady Isabella is in the North Cellars,” the girl whispered, her eyes wide. “She’s talking to the Oracle. They’re planning to move her before dawn. They want to kill her so she can’t confess.” ​My blood ran cold. If the Oracle died, my proof died with her. Liam might want to believe me now, but the pack required the "Moon’s Truth" to overturn a Royal Decree. ​“Can you lead me there?” I asked.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

Who else had the nerve to demand something like this? She stared at the dress for a long moment, torn between awe and annoyance. It was beautiful, but she wasn’t about to let him think he could control her. With a huff, she folded the dress back into the box, setting it aside, and went back to making her dinner. There was no way she was going to entertain Logan Blakk’s arrogant demands. --- Seven o’clock on the dot, and just as Isabella had expected, there was another knock on her door. She glanced toward the door but continued stirring the sauce for her lasagna, ignoring it.

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.

One of the maids added by saying that the lordess has answers to her questions when she saw that Isabella was not pleased with the answer she gave her. She then signaled to another maid and that one stood up, going to call the lordess when she offered her the evening dose of her medicine. But the later would not take it. She raised herself to a sitting position and she help to support her with the pillow. And yet, she wouldn't take the medicine from her before her lordess and the alpha arrived. "Isabella dear, take your medicine, you will be alright soon" Erica said, trying to coax her and Fred Wilson nodded at his Luna's words.

I ordered though half of my heart was in Havana. And there came one of my palace maid running, panting and wailing heavily with terror written all over her face. Oh damn, goddess please take me now. From her expression one could see that there was fire on the mountain. It looked like a volcano erupted on her face. That isn't supposed to be funny. "My Lord!." She called with a teary voice, there's only so much i can take. "What's going on? What is it?." I asked hurriedly.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”