Sino Si Tiya Isabel Novels & Stories

A woman in her mid-forties squealed, catching Riva’s attention. “Tiya Rosale!” Galak na bati ni Riva sa Tiya. Nagmano si Riva at ngiting pinasadahan si Rosale. “Naku kamusta ka na hija? Madalang ka nalang bumisita dito sa probinsya, ah.” May bahid na pag-aalala sa tono ng boses nito. Ginawaran naman ng ngiti ni Riva ang babae.

The people admired their rulers, not only for their commitment to the kingdom's well-being but also for the love and unity they embodied. On a day that marked the anniversary of Isabella's passing, the kingdom came together to celebrate her memory and honor the ongoing work of the Princess Isabella Foundation. Gabriel, Elena, and Sofia stood before the gathered crowd, sharing stories of love, resilience, and the power of making a difference. It was a bittersweet moment, as they remembered Isabella's impact and the love that had sparked their own journeys.

“Huh?” “We as magical girls should protect the people, not spill the blood of fellow Hamu Kamina. I have learned from that mistake. And now...” Isabel stood tall facing them all, and looked at them with a confident smile. “FOR THE CAMPANIA FAMILY, FOR THE VITANIAN PEOPLE, AND FOR THE PEACE OF THE KINGDOM OF ARCHIPELAHIA, I WILL END ALL OF THIS!!” Isabel pointed her right hand forward and chanted an incantation.

“Don’t be guilty, all right?” Gaby nodded. “How about getting pregnant again, Tita?” Gaby asked. Isabel giggled. “I’ll never get pregnant again, Gaby.” She said “Why? You’re still young, Tita!” Gaby said “There was an incident then, Gaby, and it affected my womb.” Auntie Isabel said. “Are you still not enraged at God? You can no longer have kids, Tita, and he took Bianca.” Gaby said Isabel smiled. “God’s got a plan for me, Gaby, and no matter what it is, I will not use it against him. I’ll wait for his good plan.” She said

"Bry, Iѕаbеl, good tо see you guys." Iѕаbеl jumреd, lеаvіng a dіѕtrаught lооkіng Brіаn, аnd rаn and gаvе Mаrу a big hug. I tеll you, I wоuld have раіd еvеrуthіng іn thе wоrld tо ѕее thоѕе twо dо mоrе thаn hug аt thаt роіnt. Dаmn! Mаrу wаѕ the tаll, lеаn, blonde gоddеѕѕ and Iѕаbеl was the sultry Latina wіth blасk hair аnd mocha ѕkіn. Smоkіn!

Isabella was already seated when Selena slipped into the restaurant, sunglasses low on her face. Her expression was tight, irritated, and exhausted all at once. Isabella didn’t even wait for her to settle. “Selena… how are you holding up? With everything about Tatiana circulating?” Selena dropped into the chair with a sharp exhale. “How am I faring? I’m going to strangle whoever released that rubbish. That’s how I’m faring.” “You look like it.” Isabella folded her arms. “Welcome to the Idle Women's Fun Club. You already lost your job and not even your marriage could save you."

🖤♣️The Collapse🖤♣️ ‎“Isabella, put away your Barbie dolls and come to the dinner table.” ‎Her mother’s voice floated through the wide halls of the mansion—warm, steady, familiar. ‎Seven-year-old Isabella Marisol Reyes sat cross-legged on the polished marble floor, her dolls arranged in careful, deliberate rows. Not scattered. Never scattered. Even at her age, there was order in everything she did. ‎She tilted her head slightly, studying them.

Isabella, unaware of the internal struggle within Layla, expressed her surprise at the progress Layla had already made. "Wow, you're already done taking them out?" Isabella exclaimed, her surprise evident in her voice. Layla, an elderly woman who had played a pivotal role in raising both Giovanni and Ryle, possessed a deep understanding of Giovanni's personality. Her unwavering support for him had always been a given, but this situation presented a moral quandary that left her uncertain.

That was enough. Isabella finally stepped back, breathing hard. Her knuckles were bloody, her hands shaking. “You are weak,” she said with disgust. “Begging. Crying.” Sienna lifted her head as best she could. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut, blood streaking down her face. “I am a mother,” she whispered. “That is not weakness.” Isabella slapped her again, harder than before. “Shut up.” But Sienna saw it. Just for a moment. Something flickered in Isabella’s eyes. Recognition. Maybe fear.

“Is Sinclair okay?” “Mojito, rest. I’ll find out what’s going on and tell you when I get back. Just rest for now. Isaiah, Adrian, Titan, and I will go talk about it.” “Titan? He’s a pup!” Adrian chuckled, for the first time in days, “That pup is a full-grown man. Have you seen him?” Isaiah came closer, and Thalia’s eyes widened. “Oh, mi pequeño torito!” She exclaimed with a smile. Then she looked at Isaiah. “How is Kaia?”