Refugee Isabel Novels & Stories

Not like she did not trust Eliza, but the man who called her advised her to be smart this time. "Don't bother to drive me home anymore, I need to go somewhere," Isabel said, her voice had taken strength unlike few minutes ago when it was flat and hopeless. Isabel thought that fate had decided to help her in fighting for her dead child, Isabel walked out quickly from Eliza's house and chattered a cab to where she could take a bus to travel to the state that Fia river was. Nathaniel Dave and Felix watched as Isabel walked out of a house and went to take a cab, "Apparently, she slept here overnight, I'll follow her, find out who owns that apartment," he said to Felix.

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

she said, cutting him off. He put his hands on his sides and held his head high. “And who do you think you are?” The girl stood up and sauntered towards him. She stretched out a hand, perhaps for a handshake. “I’m Isabela. And you are?” He looked at her hand and swallowed hard. “Fernan.” He put his hands behind him. “Are you with someone?” “I’m with my parents,” the girl said. “But this kind of party isn’t my thing. So, I escaped and looked for a place to hide. That’s how I ended up in this part of the garden,” Isabela explained.

May added and everybody began to flip through the pages. On the doctor's report, it was stated that she had been rushed to the hospital because of a complication. She had tried to get an abortion and had gone to a quack hospital which led to complications. Most of the people who were reading it began to have disgusting looks on their faces. The further they read, the more they believed. May and Lily exchanged looks and felt proud of themselves. Outside, they were crying but they both knew what they were doing. "I don't know if any of you remembered but, some years ago, news spread about how Isabella had slept at a hotel at the age of sixteen. It was a very shameful incident and my husband co

"So I had no choice but to take care of and raise Isaac, he was only four years old before I acted as his mother and father; I dropped out of school and went to live with Aunt Mila, but—" "They kicked you out of the house," Gideon interjected. "H-How did you know?" "I was there before going to the hospital when Isaac was confined at night; I went looking for you, Isabel, to apologize." Gideon replied. Isabel shed tears and hugged Gideon. "Hey, go ahead. I want to listen more about your life." said Gideon. Isabel smiled and continued her story about her parents. ______

There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food. Thinking back to her past life, this was the time when she was burning from fever. Also remembered calling the supervisor asking for sick leave, then returning home with some groceries that were left on the kitchen counter. Dragged her heavy body on the bed and fell asleep without eating dinner or changing clothes. 'I feel blessed even if I died and won't waste this opportunity.' Ring-Ring-Ring... Isabella Chen almost threw her phone when she heard the voice she doesn't want to hear anymore. Recalling the suffering from the hands of these people she treated like family makes he

Not as a spy pretending to be something I wasn't. I was walking away as Isabella Romano, mother, fiancee and survivor. A woman who had faced every battle thrown at her and emerged stronger. A woman ready for whatever came next.

Isabella quickly walked over and blocked the main interviewer’s hand from pressing the elevator button. The interviewers, startled by Isabella's sudden approach, looked at her with surprise. An assistant, clearly annoyed, called out, “What do you think you’re doing? Security, security...” Ignoring the assistant, Isabella calmly addressed the main interviewer. “Excuse me, sir. I’m Isabella Rivera, here for the interview. I’ve been waiting all day and haven’t been called. I’d like to know what went wrong.” The stout woman saw this and was about to mock her, but Thalia stopped her. ***

I swallowed hard. Scott exchanged a glance with Luca, who only nodded. “Get back to the refuge. Now,” he ordered. “What? No!” Isabela protested, her voice sharp and trembling. “Max needs me!” She tried to push past Scott, but I was quicker. I grabbed her arm and held her in place. “Isabela, look at me.” My voice came out firmer than I expected. “He’s okay. He knows what he’s doing. You need to stay safe now.”