Refugee Isabel Novels & Stories

The woman swallowed the slump in her throat, feeling the cold air floating between them. “Rachel feels better now although the doctor recommended confining her,” Isabel explained. She was contemplating whether to open up a topic since Minah had been giving her a deadpan expression ever since their eyes met. “Uhm, well I'm Isabel, by the way... Are you from Malibay as well?" “I’m from Dumangas, Iloilo,” she replied, the corner of her lips curling up. Isabel stood antsy, at a loss for words. She gazed directly at her eyes.

Lucy pushed it open slowly. "Hello?" "Lucy. Thank God." Isabel's voice came from the darkness inside. "Please, come in. We don't have much time." Lucy stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Isabel sat on an old crate near the back wall, looking disheveled and frightened. "Isabel, what's happening? Rachel's looking for you. Everyone thinks you ran." "I didn't run. I escaped." Isabel stood, wincing like she was injured. "The safe house was compromised. Someone was coming for me, someone Mirabel sent. I had to get out."

But I also knew there was something important I needed to tell her. “Giulia, I have something to tell you,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “What is it, Daddy?” she asked, lifting her head to look at me. “Do you remember when we talked about your new friend who would be staying with us?” Giulia frowned thoughtfully, but nodded. “She’s arriving today. That’s why we made the sign for her.” “Like the ones we see in movies? What’s her name?” “Something like that. Her name is Isabella, and she’s from Brazil. She’s going to live with us for a while and take care of you.”

She says and I could see tears beginning to form in her eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but in truth I really don't know what to do in this situation. I have no idea how to comfort the young woman on the verge of tears in front of me. Come to think of it, Valerie never cried to me once. My brows scrunch at the realization when she spoke. "I must go." Isabela says, making my eyes snap to her now-crying face. "Where are you going?" I ask, finding my voice. "Back home. It seems no one wants me here." She says more to herself than me as she stands there looking at me. There's a flicker of hope in her eyes as she said those words, as if she is waiting for me to do something or say otherwi

He had to tell Luke that his wife saw what was happening inside the unit. *** Isabelle was looking out the window. They would land in a few minutes. It had been three long years when she flew from the Philippines to Indonesia then to the US. She went back to attend Joyce’s wedding since she was the maid of honor. She was lucky that she was given a month paid leave by her boss who was her dad. She managed her father and stepmother’s green spas since the couple had to take care of their other small businesses. Her dad migrated to the States after he married an American. He didn’t have any children with his wife. Her stepmother Martha was nice. Her father told her about her and her mothe

In her last email, she provided me with her cell phone number, in case I needed to contact her. Zander: Um, hi Nina, it’s Zander. Nina: Hi, Zander. How are you? Zander: I’m good. I just wanted to check to make sure Isabella is ok. I haven’t heard back from her. Is she safe at home? Nina: Oh, I didn’t tell you? Isabella is in Italy for her last year of schooling. She is staying with her great-great-Aunt. Zander: Italy? No, you didn’t tell me.

“And now, I’ll protect myself. I want to make something of this peace we fought for.” Meanwhile, Isabella had found solace in healing. She began working with therapists recommended by Elena and opened a small gallery in Florence — a tribute to the life she lost and the one she was building anew. She spoke little about Alejandro, but the pain in her eyes slowly dulled, replaced by quiet strength. As spring settled in, the compound held its first open day. Survivors, allies, and locals gathered. Children played on the lawn. Live music echoed through the halls. Elena stood with Dino, her hand laced in his.

“You're supposed to be helping with dinner as your friend is—” “I'll do all the dishes Abuela. I promise. I won't be long.” She hurried out. Milagros shook her head and walked over to close the front door properly. “Ay, these teenagers” she shook her head. ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ Isabel sat down on the bench and looked around. She had to find him. Maybe he knew something. Then she spotted his blonde hair from the distance and shot up.

Whenever she could, she stopped by to visit, bringing small gifts and melting every time she saw Zoe holding the baby. Meanwhile, in Rio de Janeiro, in a favela marked by the distant sound of motorcycles and constant noise, Isabela remained hidden. “My mother can deal with it… and Sabrina and my father can rot on their own,” she muttered, a cold smile curling her lips. “No one’s going to find me here. Everything’s set for today. I’m leaving the country and living the life I deserve. But I swear… I’ll destroy all of them. Especially that Celina… and her two little monsters.”