Sino Si Tiya Isabel Novels & Stories

This was due to her having mixed blood, that of a Filipina and an American. This set her apart from the rest of the girls in this small town of Kabatuan. The smile that was ever present whenever he looked at her was no more. And what replaced it was a casual nod before he went inside to buy from the canteen. ___________________ "Hi." a text came through the cellphone of Juan Pedro. "Hello, Isabella. How are you?" was the friendly reply he sent back. "Are you going to stay here for college?" Isabella texted after five minutes of thinking about a topic, just to have something for them to talk about. She tried to deny it but she misses the company of Juan Pedro.

She stood beneath the fairy lights hanging over the patio garden, the cool air brushing her skin. Tasha joined her moments later. “You okay? You disappeared.” “Just needed some air.” “I noticed the tension inside. Between you and that lady who walked in with Victor…” Isla’s smile faded just slightly. Isla exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Her name is Sienna. She… she once dated my boyfriend.” “Oh,” Tasha blinked. “That’s awkward.” “Well,” Tasha said, eyes twinkling, “she’s talking to Victor now. That’s a switch.”

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Reina said smilingly. The stranger remained silent as he eyed the women standing in front of him. "This is my daughter, Isabella. She's an enchanted beauty and hundreds of young princes are begging for her to marry them." Reina said walking the stranger down the line and introducing him to Isabella, who politely smile up at him. "This is Tiana, my loving daughter. She's a musician. Her voice is like butter," Reina continued, walking down the line. "My youngest has the voice of an angel."

Tika showed Sybil where to help as she asked. Sybil asked several questions about the moon chase as they were working. She liked this group. They seemed easy going. The one female Kay did seem slightly conceited but she wasn’t mean or anything. After a while several got up to go eat or take a break for a while. Tika and Isha were the main two working still. Which was good, Sybil wanted to talk with Tika but not in a group setting.

“I’m sorry, what?” “You heard me the first time,” Santiago sounded indifferent, almost curt. “I know you’re probably wondering how many times I must’ve hit on her, given how lovely she looks and all. But I can categorically state that Isabella Mercedes is officially into women.” Lola shook her head. She had so many questions. “Mercedes?” Santiago nodded, still fixed on his book. “Yup. I don’t know if that’s her real name, and I couldn’t care less.”

Cynthia leaned closer towards Isabella and gently wiped the tears in her eyes. "I don't know if it's right... because Mateo's my son and I should also support his decisions and opinions. But, in my heart... no matter what I did, I just can't forget the Isabella I knew." Even Isabella's trying not to cry, Ms. Cynthia's words just breaking her inside.

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

"He'll treasure it. When he's ready to understand." "I hope so." --- That night, after the guests left and the kids were asleep, Dante and Sienna sat on the porch. The stars were brilliant. No city lights to drown them out. Just sky and ocean and peace. "Tell me about Isabela," Sienna said. "The real her. Not the tragedy. Not the woman who died. But who she was when she was alive." Dante was quiet. Thinking. Remembering. "She was kind," he finally said. "Not in a weak way. But genuinely. She saw good in people. Even when they didn't deserve it."

ISABELLA Sarah just stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. "Who are you,” she says slowly, “and what have you done with Isabella?” I roll my eyes. “Oh, relax.” “No, I’m serious,” she presses, stepping closer. “You? Ask Tina for help? The same Tina you just said you don’t trust?” I sigh, shifting my weight. “I said I don’t trust her completely. Not that she’s useless.” “That’s new.”