Phineas X Isabella Kiss Novels & Stories

I obviously can't satisfy all of them sexually. "Don't be ridiculous, but I promise I'll consider anything you all decide." I stood up, indicating that the meeting was over. I needed to focus on looking for Isabel. If she is not in Wolfshade, then I need riders looking for her. "Thank you for your time Alpha Xavier. I am tempted to kiss you but Isabel is my friend and your mate, but the truth is that I've always wanted to." She walked up to me and kissed my cheek and turned to leave. Swaying her hips in an elegant way that had me missing Isabel.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

"Xavier, that's what happened, I saw your brother's men out there in the market when I was trying to get something from a store," Isabella said with a frown on her pretty face. It happens that Xavier (the brother of the red man with a red Scorpion tattoo) is the same as Mr. Xavier Collins. And Mrs. Collins is the Isabella that Xavier met in the backyard, cultivating under the oak tree.

Xavier said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl that made me realize just how much he loathed this woman. "Oh, don't be so grumpy, Xavier, I just thought we could all have lunch together, but it seems you’ve hired a new little helper since I last checked in," Isabella said, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me, and for a split second, I saw a flash of pure, unadulterated terror in her gaze before she masked it with a smirk.

she wondered silently, her gaze shifting between Gabriel and Xavier, hoping to find answers in their expressions. But there was none. Immediately Xavier swiftly rose from his seat, a warm smile adorning his face as he closed the distance between them " Mrs Lancaster!! Good to see you!!" He said, extending his arms for an embrace. Isabella's brow furrowed slightly, shocked by his unexpected enthusiasm. Nevertheless, she reciprocated the smile and embraced Xavier, " Good to see you too Xavier"!! Isabella replied but then silently grappled with the lingering curiosity about the overheard conversation.

"I don't know what I'm getting into, so you can't expect me to just go along with everything." They stood there for a minute, the tension between them evident and dense. Then, suddenly, the distance between them vanished as Xander seized her by the waist and drew her in. His breath was hot against her ear as he said, "I told you." "This has no effect." Isabella knew that wasn't the case, though, as his lips smashed into hers and their bodies pushed together in a passionate kiss. Already, everything was different. Additionally, Xander grew more scary and alluring the further she ventured into his world.

"Do you, Xavier Alain Louis, take Isabella Bluefield to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He looked at her. Not the designer. Not the heiress. Not the scandal. Just her. "I do." Bella blinked back tears. "And do you, Isabella Bluefield, take Xavier Alain Louis to be your lawfully wedded husband?" She smiled, soft and trembling. "I do." No grand applause. Just the wind against stained glass. And the quiet, sacred moment when their foreheads touched, and they whispered: "We did." --- They returned to the penthouse in silence, fingers intertwined, the weight of the world momentarily lifted.

Xavier’s father confirmed, staring at his son, who muttered another curse and glared at the wall. Cassie released Isabella’s hand and stepped in front of Xavier, putting on her cutest face, tilting her head from side to side, batting her lashes, and trying to catch his eyes. He mirrored her movements deliberately, refusing to look at her. To an outsider, it might have looked like flirting.

“Perhaps not yet. But do you think our enemies will not use her against you? Do you think your they will not see this as a sign of weakness?” I clenched my jaw. I hated this. Hated that they weren’t wrong. “She is under my protection,” I said. “No one will touch her.” His lips thinned. “And what of the contract?” My muscles tensed. I knew this would come up. The contract that bound Isabella to my Mafia—an arrangement to settle her family’s debt. “She is already your mate,” Elias continued. “There is no need to keep her tied by a contract. Let her go.”

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.