Refugee Isabel Novels & Stories

Isabella’s poor mother had never known about her husband’s extra-marital affairs, not even in her death. I will never come back to this place ever again. Inside the house, Sandra watched as Isabella dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips as she turned to her mother. "Good riddance!" She said. "Time to being a new chapter of our lives " … Five years later, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in San Francisco. "I'm coming." Isabel, as she preferred being called put away her latest designs. She wasn't expecting any visitors.

Kendrick ignored him and buried his head in his palms but when he started hearing Isabella's name from the presenter on TV, he had to lift his head and watch what was going on. It's not new hearing or seeing Isabella's name. He often sees and hears about her, mainly because Kendra took her as a role model. From the presenter. * Wow, after watching miss Isabella's interview about her life and everything she went through. Like...I can't believe she went through all that, she was raped on her birthday but in all that she came out strong. Wow! Wow! I wanna be like her really. Fighting her way up to success. She has two kids now, twins who are currently staying in Buford Wyoming....*

Her need to protect Eva. And now she has. I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked out onto the terrace. The city looked quiet from up here. Clean. Predictable. I liked that. Things made sense when you had the right perspective. Isabella was inside, playing a board game with Eva. I could hear her laughter…soft, tired, but real. She’d had a hard Day. Signing those papers hadn’t come easy. But she did it. For her daughter, she said. I knew better.

She always woke up earlier than everyone, it was not my duty to make her eat, she would come around when she felt like it. ISABELLA I woke up this morning feeling disoriented, after the news I got from jane,yesterday. I tried reaching Dave through every possible means, i asked Jane about him This was my fourth week in Canada, it becomes a month tomorrow. I finally reached Jane last week after she replied to my message on I*******m. She sent me her number, which I called, we spoke for the longest time on phone, I explained to her how Santiago was sending constant threats , how Ace rescued my mother and I. I left out very sensitive details ,I told her how Ace had my college transferred to Cana

Elijah smiled lightly, looking straight into her eyes now. "If you insist. But Isabella, let me remind you that I am really capable of helping you. Just tell me if you ever needed any." Isabella just smiled faintly at Elijah. ~ Isabella's silently arranging her belongings in the closet. She decided to rent an apartment, so she won't be a burden forever to Mrs. Sullivan. Before leaving the local homeless shelter, she said how thankful she is to Mrs. Sullivan, because she didn't hesitate to help her when she needed a support the most.

"Because she knew that if Isabella ever came back, you would be in danger. Because she wanted to protect you." "By dying?" "By sacrificing herself." Mira touched Elena's face. "There's a difference." "Not to me." "No." Mira dropped her hand. "I don't suppose there is." --- Lucien stepped between them. "Isabella," he said. "Where is she now?" "The safe house. In Arlington. The one Reyes mentioned." "She's not in Colorado?" "That was a lie." "Reyes?" "Isabella." Mira walked back to the couch. Sat down. "She's been lying to everyone. The FBI. Margaret. Her own sister."

Kira's pack belonged to that region, and that made it more thrilling because last night, they sent a threatening message to us to give freedom to the coastal region. We warned them to stop threatening us, but we were yet to receive an official response. Isabel was now ten years old, and has joined the military force. The female section, actually. She was the head of one of the major teams and each time I stared at her face, joy rushed to my mind. And then pain came next. It reminded me of Ezekiel and the times we shared together. The fact that he was nowhere to be found now, and he couldn't even fight to regain his rights until he went missing. Perhaps he'd been slaughtered, who could tell?

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

I mounted guards in that safe house, nothing less than 20 guards are there but she somehow escaped. Fucking hell. She was fire , defiant, impossible, mine. But bringing her into this fight was dangerous, really dangerous and I can't risk it, at all. "It was Isabel right?" Ferrente asked. Eyes still on the road. "yeah. she said she's on her way." "Sir?" "Yes. She somehow escaped." I responded. I and Ferrente hardly have conversations about Isabella but I can't hold this one in. Im so worried but I can't turn back, not now.

The palace guards rushed forward, weapons drawn, but stopped when the carriage door swung open. Inside sat a heavily pregnant woman, her face deathly pale and completely exhausted from travel. "Please..." she whispered weakly, clutching the carriage frame. "I need to see Lady Seraphina immediately." Moments later, Seraphina and Morwen hurried out into the sunny courtyard. The woman collapsed into Seraphina's arms, clutching her hands as if her life depended on it. "My name is Isabel," the woman gasped out, her eyes wide with terror. "I... I managed to escape from Raven's Keep."