Novel & Cerita Positively Izzy

Izzy pouted like a baby. "What's up with her this days? Behaving like a baby." Beth thought smiling at her. "Including my personal life? Hell no! I am not going to tell you poke noser." "Don't call me that, I’m your best friend." Izzy said rolling her eyes at no one in particular. Beth sighed sadly. Izzy noticed her sad face and asked her what's wrong. "I have something to tell you” Izzy got curious as her eyes narrowed back at her.

] Izzy voiced from the call. Izzy’s her college friend, and the only one that stuck with her for almost a decade now. She’s a famous and talented fashion designer, which was the complete opposite of Leal as she doesn’t have the best fashion taste, but they’re still so compatible as best friends. “Can I come to your building?” [Girl, do you even have to ask? Come over right now!] As a small smile tugged the side of Leal’s lips, she pre-warned Izzy. “I have a suitcase with me.”

"Hari Nagin or abhi bhi Sunayi nahi diya to masjid ke Mike me elaan karwau (green snake if you still can't hear should I make an announcement in mosque's Mike) or agar tab bhi sunayi nahi diya to tumhare kaan kharab ho chuke hai kisi doctor ko dikhao (and if you still have problem in hearing then your ears are damaged and you need to consult a doctor) - said izzah and everyone burst out laughing. And hadiya went away stomping her foot on ground. "Ohh my God izzah bhabhi you were amazing - said adam laughing. "Yesss izzy did you saw hadiya's face - said dadi. "Umm chachi I am really sorry for that actually I tried to behave good with hadiya but she get on my nerves - said izzy with a guilt in

His back facing everyone else, well-dressed, low hair cut, sky blue collar shirt, navy blue trousers, black office shoes, EarPods on. “Hmmmmmm do you see what I see Bernice?” “Absolutely. A challenge.” “See you later babes. Don’t go too far and have fun too”. Izzy says with so much amusement in her voice” “Sure”. Bernice replies mimicking Izzy’s Barbie voice. Izzy walks up to him and stands at his back expecting that he’d turn. After a few seconds without a word or a sign of acknowledgment of her presence, she says, “Is this sit empty?”

“I’ve heard rumors and comments regarding my wife’s place in my life and this company. Let me make something clear: Izzy is more than qualified to stand beside me. Anyone who questions that—or disrespects her—will no longer have a place here.” The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over the crowd. Veronica shrank in her seat, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Izzy, sitting beside him, squeezed his hand under the table. She didn’t need him to defend her, but the gesture meant more than she could express. As weeks turned into months, Izzy began to carve out her own role in the company. She focused on philanthropic initiatives, creating programs to support underprivileged

For the first time in weeks, Izzy felt like her old self. She was sitting in a bustling downtown pub, surrounded by laughter, music, and the familiar energy of Chicago’s nightlife. Across from her, her best friend Lily was grinning, holding up her glass for a toast. “To new beginnings,” Lily said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Or, at least, to survival in the world of high society.” Izzy laughed, clinking her glass with Lily’s. “I’ll drink to that.”

“To every Filipino I’ve known, you’re the only one who refuses to go back home. Everyone else would give anything to be there, but you? You do everything to stay. What really happened to you, love?” Miya asked with curious eyes. Izzy forced a smile and shrugged. “There’s just nothing for me there, Miya… Like I always say — this is where I belong now.” She said it firmly, and Miya looked at her thoughtfully before speaking again. “Well, I have good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want first?” Izzy furrowed her brow, nervous. “Am I fired?” Miya laughed. “Okay, good news first.”

“Obviously the sanguisuge lord was Cornelius and Izzy is the lady of the moon. That happened. He lost. So we can cross that off the list.” I threw up my hands. “I’m going to go help the girls. I’m getting a headache just thinking about this stuff again.” I half expected my mates to give me a hard time but neither of them said anything when I got up and left. I found Izzy in our room with her mom and Jacqueline. “I don’t fit into anything,” she said. I spotted the dress she wore last year laying on the bed. “I’ve got great memories of this dress,” I said, fingering the torn hem where Izzy had cut out the punch stain. “Katie’s face when she saw you. . . “

"What's your name??" Izzy asked. "Zada," she said awkwardly. The whole situation is very awkward for her. She was walking back to her hostel with Izzy. She had seen the girl in some of the photos in her brother's phone. Great!! She went on a date with her brothers' best friend. Now she is being walked back to her room by another one of their friends. And neither of them knew who she was. "Zada. Pretty name. I am Isabella. Close friends call me Izzy. You can also call me that as you are very close to Liam." Izzy said with a smile.

They all seem like pleasant people, welcoming me with open arms - literally - making me wonder if Levi's even related to them at all. I meet a few of his nieces and nephews who are already awake, and I even get introduced to Izzy. It's not hard to see why she's everyone's favorite. She's just a year old, with cute blue doe eyes and curly blonde hair. She can barely speak, and she's the most adorable thing in the world. If my baby turns out even half as cute as her, I’ll consider myself lucky. Levi and I haven't spoken since he told me to drop the attitude when we just arrived, and I know our silent treatment has to come to an end soon, before his family starts suspecting something's wrong.