Tvd Isobel の小説・ストーリー

On the third ring, someone answered the call. “Isobel,” Draven said into the phone. “Hi. Who’s speaking?” Isobel’s chirpy voice said into the phone. “It’s Draven,” He could literally hear her sharp intake of air. He knew she would hang up so he continued. “Don’t hang up. There’s just something important that happened at the house and we all need to be checked. Angelo’s been trying to reach you....” “I-I-I can’t come back Draven. I’m not even in the country. Please tell Angelo I’m not interested and I’ll get checked myself, ” Isobel managed to say quickly in her shaky voice. Draven knew a liar when he heard one.

“Like what?” Tessa challenged. “What exactly do you want to watch instead?” “I don’t know,” Isabella admitted, flopping down on the couch beside Olivia. “Just something new. Something exciting.” She turned to Olivia with pleading eyes. “Liv, please tell Tess we cannot watch Outlander again tonight.” Olivia chuckled softly and lifted both hands in surrender. “Nope,” she said. “I’m staying out of this one. You two can settle it yourselves.”

"I'm not gonna be lenient with you." With a shaky cry and a last pathetic look, Isobel undoes her zip and she lets her skirt down her feet, leaving her in only her panties. She wraps her arms around her midriff, her teeth clattering, her body shivering in cold. Well...I don't give a freaking damn. She still has a long way to go. I arch my brows, gesturing my head to the light underwear she wears. "Go on..." "Javi..." I feel my feet leave the ground and a sudden force pushes me against the wall.

Developed the hate for such people from the years spent monitoring my father. Isobel tries to lift her body up but falls back on the bar stool. The man holds onto her, helping her to the seat which from the look of it seems like his gesture doesn’t align with her will. He’s touching her. I don’t need an interpreter to know she’s disturbed yet he’s not backing off. She’s trying to break free casually but he’s not giving her space. His hold on her is becoming violent and his fingers begin to wander around places they shouldn’t be.

His father, Gerald, was the only man in the country with more power than Isobel’s father, the man who held the keys to the University and the very land we stood on. Nathan had approached me with a cold, jagged arrogance. He had seen me here before, serving drinks in the dark, and he thought he could buy me. He wanted to use me, to break me, and I had done the unthinkable: I had said no. Isobel had seen it. And since then, she has been looking for ways to make my life a living hell. Which had already started. “Tell her to get on the glass,” Isobel commanded, her voice dropping to a deadly, silky whisper. “Tell her to grovel for it.”

"A new day will dawn where these women will not cower to you. Where they will not cower in fear to anyone. If I were you, I would be more concerned with where you will end up when you have no one left to boss around." "It is not I that needs to fear, chrindella. It is you," Isobel snarled. Treddian began to step towards her, but I put my arm up to hold him back. My smile returned with a cocky, wicked twist to it. "You may want to rethink your statement. I am not one of your groupies that can easily be brought to heel with idle threats and as I'm sure you recall… I don't mind getting my hands dirty."

A little distance from the TV was the figure of Isabella, lounging like a queen on the couch, wearing a pink robe. A bowl of popcorn rested by her side. Isla stopped at the entrance for a second. Something inside her pricked, but she pushed the feeling down, like always. She was too tired for a fight. She started to walk past. But Isabella saw her and, since Damien was yet inside, she didn’t miss her chance to, of course, throw one of her usual subtle jabs at her. She smirked, with eyes still partly on the screen. “Your life’s practically a soap opera now. You should…uhm… thank Damien for giving you season three.”

Isabella went back to her meal, and when she finished, she moved to stand up. Tavian beat her to it."You’re coming with me," he said simply, hands in his pockets. "What? Where?" she asked.Tavian gave her a cold glance that silenced her immediately. He began walking out of the room, and Isabella followed close behind. Davis watched them go with an amused expression, wondering what Tavian's strange behavior is about. He shrugged lightly, motioning for a maid to refill his cup. *******

She’ll never understand how boys found fun in every single thing, Isabel thought to herself as she quietly left the happy pair to play to their hearts content because they were soon going to be separated. Rodrigo and his mate were an watching animated cartoon with their daughter, Teresa when Isabel arrived with David. “Isabel, honey. Are you okay? Were you hurt?” Isabel’s worried mother crushed her in a tight hug, bombarding her with questions before she could even say a word of greeting to them. “ You got me worried when I heard that you were going to fight some rogues. I couldn’t sleep a wink. Thank goodness you’re back.” Her mom said into the hug.

“Okay! She’d be happy to wear your designs. To continue what I’ve been saying before you interrupt me, her second child is also famous, she is a well-known Surgeon and also a TV personality. She has this new show but I can’t remember what show it is. It just aired a month ago. Her name is Isabella and I think she’s the same age as you, Carter.” “Don’t tell me she’s the famous Dr. Anderson! She is the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, I cannot believe this! Her show that aired last month was the talk of the town even before it aired. She is one of the best surgeons even at her very young age. She is an inspiration to a lot of people. Look here, this is a picture of her on her I****