Refugee Book Isabel Novels & Stories

“The verses you wrote—they moved me as well. You have a gift for capturing emotion. I wonder whose heart has inspired such words.” For a terrible moment, Isabelle thought she might confess everything. Instead, she said, “Books, Your Highness. My heart is devoted to books.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Then books are more fortunate than most of us realize.” Isabelle fled before her expression could betray her. In the corridor, she pressed a hand to her mouth, suppressing the sob that threatened to escape. She had survived another encounter, another small death. How many more could she endure?

"She ran away too. When she was young. When she was scared." "I'm not running away." "Aren't you?" Mrs. Patterson studied her for a moment. "Well, wherever you're running from, I hope you find what you're looking for." Isabella nodded, not trusting her voice. The months that followed were a blur of survival. Isabella found work at a bookstore on the waterfront part-time, enough to cover rent and food and the medical expenses she tried not to think about. The owner was a kind man named Thomas who reminded her of her father.

how did I not see anyone last time? “I thought you said there were no survivors,” Isabela muttered, clearly reading my thoughts and sounding annoyed. “It conceals its inhabitants, shielding them from curious eyes, repelling enemies, and protecting everyone within its walls,” the white-haired woman replied, her face somehow familiar. The refuge, then, was far more than it appeared. It wasn’t just a physical shelter, but also a magical one. My grandmother, approaching the group, stopped in front of the white-haired woman, her eyes softening in recognition. In a swift motion, they embraced.

"And then Margaret died. And Nadia was free. And she came to find me." "She found you here?" "She found me everywhere." Isabella looked around the cave. "I've been hiding in this jungle for eight years. Moving from place to place. Never staying long. Never letting anyone get close." "Except Nadia." "Except Nadia." Isabella smiled. "She was the only person in the world who understood me. The only person who knew what I had done and loved me anyway." "She's dead." "She's dead." Isabella's smile faded. "And I'm alone."

“I’ve done such horrible things, Mila, to you and to Felix. I cannot turn back on what I’ve done. I need you to arrest me. You’re the princess now. You can do that.” “Isabella, I do not need to arrest you at this very moment,” I said, slightly peeved. We could not delay on this evacuation. The timing was already so tight. “Take me to the prisoner of war camp,” she begged. “Let me be taken in with the rest of the army.” I knew there was suspicion written all over my face when she added, “This isn’t some sort of trick, Mila. Please. I do not deserve to be evacuated with the rest of these kind people.”

Isabella, Xander, and her parents fled for their life as the winding alleyways of Nairobi twisted and turned like a serpent and sirens screamed louder in the distance. Isabella's thoughts was troubled by Abiola's betrayal, and her heart hurt when she realised that trust had become a luxury they could no longer afford. However, there was no time to grieve; just now, the only thing that mattered was surviving. "Keep going!" With a loud voice from effort, Xander yelled. Their footsteps splattered across puddles from a previous rain as he guided them through a tangle of side streets. The sound of their pursuers' pounding boots approaching could be heard.

Selena paused. “Hello.” Isabel called. “I’m home.” Dear Reader, I appreciate your continued support as you’ve journeyed with me. Your encouragement is what keeps my writing going. Now, you might be wondering, What comes next? How did Isabel react to what happened in the house? Did Selena eventually fell in love with Titus? What happened to Ferdinand and Patricia sorting for the lives of Titus - The Alpha male? If you share my curiosity, join me in the next chapter to unravel the mysteries.

ELODIE "Get your books, Miranda!" I yelled at Miranda who was in her room stuffing her clothes into her bag. We were relocating. After receiving a call from Isabelle that horrible day, I made up my mind to leave the city. Isabelle had said she was coming over to stay at my place for a few days. Knowing her, I knew she must have caused trouble and was looking for a safe haven. Sadly, I can't offer her that, I was mad at her and detested her with everything in me.

I’m late for the opening of the club tonight but I’ll be damned if I leave without seeing her. Isla’s POV “If I move cities now, I still have enough time to apply for uni somewhere else, right?” Evan’s very annoying laugh is what invades my ears through the phone. “Girl, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this genuinely scared. You’re so scared it’s making you stupid.” I sigh and roll my eyes. I’ve been in the hallway of HIS office for the past hour and a quick glance at my watch shows that it’s just a few minutes to 8.

“Adrian… wait for me. I will come back. I will finish what I started. Cecilia will die screaming. Hope will disappear. And you… you will finally be mine.” In the filthy darkness of the cell, surrounded by the snores and whimpers of broken women, Isabel Chen smiled. Her escape was already in motion. And when she got out, the bloodshed would be glorious.