Novel & Cerita Phineas X Isabella

he said and walked away from her. As Isabella was showering her phone couldn't stop ringing she took a towel and wrapped it around herself and went to see who was calling her. " Hello, Dr White speaking " She said as she answered the call it was a number unknown to her and she wondered who it could be. " Hello there, It's Mr Thorn here. Things seem to be deteriorating this side can you please come to the house at 7 tomorrow " What did he mean deteriorating, how bad could it be she thought to herself.

There always has to be a balance, little girl, and people like you are who we take out to ensure the balance remains,” My father said and bound her hand in silver. At the same time, Abel dragged her by the hair out of the Warehouse. The moment we got outside. I saw Xavier, Soren and his men outside. They were in awe. There was nothing left for them to do. No demons to slay, no enemies to kill. We had finished them off. Isabella was made to kneel outside, and Xavier was still in shock. He did not pay her any attention. His eyes were read. He must have thought something had happened to me. I went to him because I knew that was what he needed. He held me in his arms.

_Dominic_ Finding the blonde man was proving a tougher challenge than I thought. I had a name to go with, but the name was useless without any organization or family to tie him to. The bastard was as good as a ghost. That was what I thought until…until I stumbled upon Isabella a week later in my office, on a phone call. I was about to knock and alert her of my presence when I heard her say: “No wait, Jason. You don't have to do that, I said I will find a way to come up with the money, give me a few more days, will you?”

"Dad, I'm going to miss you," Isabella whispered as she stared at the closed casket. Everyone had already left the cemetery hours ago, so she was alone-drenched in her tears. Soon, she got up from her kneeled position and walked toward her car. As she trudged along the short journey, visuals of her father's death entered her mind. The poor girl was beginning to go a little insane, as she attempted to push the torturing thoughts away. A dinging came from her phone, which indicated that she had received a text message. Isabella's blurry eyes gazed down at the text sent from her mother. She scrunched her brows together at what it stated: I want you to move in with me now.

My eyes became wet and dull as I placed my arms on the manchette of the chair. "Crescent Moon pack, what's with them? Thought we were done with this conversation Xavier." "I don't know, there is something with that Isabella girl. I mean this is not the first time it's happening. I looked into her eyes today and all I could see were memories of that throne room." Hunter flicked his hands in front of his nose as if he wanted to get rid of a bad smell. "Xavier I don't understand whatever it is you are saying. You and I both know that memories of that throne room still hunts you. So I don't see why you should see a big deal out of whatever you saw in the cell room.

It's been two months since Isabella has returned back to the mansion after getting discharged. In these two months she recovered fully and was now perfectly fine living with her man and daughter. They both named their baby girl Elisia Bella Pierce. It was Nicholas' idea to give her Isabella's middle name because last name was his. They were a happy family now with a baby girl, Jingle bell and her small kittens.

She didn't see him much during the day because he was always working, so Isabella wanted to take advantage of every moment she could to share with Maximo. After a short kiss, as always, Máximo left for work and Isabella stayed in the apartment, there was not much to do, so she only took the newspapers and some magazines to read for a while, when she found an image that left her paralyzed. "The heiress, Isabella Sinclair, spouse of heir Maximo Collins, lived on the streets of the city as a pauper," with her heart racing and her hands trembling, Isabella read the entire article, giving some details of her life in the suburbs and the time she spent in shelters.

As the minutes ticked by, Isabella's cries slowly subsided, replaced by a numbness that threatened to consume her. *Tomas apartment * Fernanda walked into the dimly lit room, Tomas already seated and sipping on a drink. She smiled, a sense of satisfaction in her eyes, as she hugged him. "Well?" Tomas asked, raising an eyebrow as he disengaged from the hug. "Did it work?" Fernanda nodded, taking a seat across from him. "Gabriel and Isabella's relationship is on the brink of collapse. I showed him a photo of Isabella meeting with the FBI agent, and he exploded. He's furious, Tomas.

I repeated. Her head whipped around, making her ponytail sway before cascading down her back. "Pablo?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes. I shook my head. "We're not going to save him. He doesn't deserve to be saved." Isabella bit her lip and turned her head away, as if she couldn't bear to look at me. "Why?" she asked in a breathy voice. I walked over to her bed and took a seat. I explained the time I went to Sicilia to look for her when I still suspected Elena and Isabella were the same person. I recounted where I found Pablo and what he had likely said.

Felix's attention wasn’t fully on her—it was on Isabella. As soon as Felix disappeared into the bathroom, Sarah quickly grabbed his phone. Her hands trembled slightly, but her determination was stronger than her guilt. She scrolled through Felix’s messages, her eyes landing on Isabella’s name. Without hesitation, she opened their conversation. The messages were innocent, but Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper between them, something Felix wasn’t admitting to.