Villager X Isabelle Novels & Stories

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

She pulled her phone out to take a quick scroll online, though none of the things she was watching truly registered. Footsteps soon sounded from the top of the stairs. Isabelle looked up and saw Julien stride back into the living room with a tablet in hand. He gave a smile before sitting across from her. He didn’t say anything to her as he began to read from the tablet, but every so often his gaze flickered up at her curiously. Isabelle ignored him. She knew exactly what he was thinking. A week ago she had still been Gregory’s wife, yet now she was here, in Riven’s villa, setting the table like a hostess. Of course he would be shocked.

I snapped back, glaring at him. “You're not welcome in my life, Mason.. I'm done with you a long time ago so stop forcing yourself on me..I can never accept someone like you after everything you did to me. Besides, I have a mate now..I have a mate and I'm glad it's not you so stop bothering me or following me around!.” “Who's your mate, Isabel? Tell me! Who is he?” He asked, tightening his grip around my waist. “It's none of your business!” I retorted and he grabbed both my shoulders, his eyes staying on mine for a moment, his face etched with curiosity.

Isabella's standing in front of the huge entrance of the Villanueva's mansion. Her eyes scanning for any sign of Mateo. "I need to see him. I need to talk to Mateo and see my daughter. It’s been too long," Isabella says firmly while hoping to see anyone coming out from the mansion, until there's a car stopped by the mansion gates and she recognizes it. It's, Nicholas who's now carrying gifts intended for Mateo's mother, his expression changed from surprise to annoyance upon spotting Isabella.

she said, and my jaw dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded. “There is no need to lie now. They already know the truth. They also know that the baby you are carrying isn't the Alpha's but Damian's,” she stated. I was confused, shocked and angry that she could come up with such a lie. “What do you have to say for yourself, Isabelle?” The Elders demanded. “I don't know what she is talking about. I have never been with any other man since I married the Alpha…”

I finally answered, and a proud smile spread across her face instantly. “I knew you would,” Laura said proudly. “This is your family, and Isabelle is just a stranger to us. She is a nobody, and right now, we need to be on Mr. Hedge’s good book to gain favor from him. You have to stop thinking about it so that you don’t begin to feel guilty,” Laura added.

Xavier said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl that made me realize just how much he loathed this woman. "Oh, don't be so grumpy, Xavier, I just thought we could all have lunch together, but it seems you’ve hired a new little helper since I last checked in," Isabella said, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me, and for a split second, I saw a flash of pure, unadulterated terror in her gaze before she masked it with a smirk.

Izzie thought angrily as she felt the green-eyed monster begin to claw its way up from the depth. “Yeah, Cassius, why don’t you introduce us?” Izzie concurred, feeling a little venom enter her tone as she locked gaze with him. His earlier confidence seemed to drain a little as he looked between the two of them. “Of course,” he forced a smile, his voice sounding strained not that blondie seemed to notice much. She was far too preoccupied watching Izzie. He cleared his throat, “Vanessa, this is my friend Isabelle.” Vanessa. Now she had a name to the face.

Reflecting on Ysabelle's genuine nature, he realised she was unlike other women he had met, not interested in using him for personal gain or his wealth. As he confidently walked towards the house, the human villagers respectfully stepped aside, creating a hushed atmosphere. Ysabelle, a petite woman in her seventies with lively eyes and a straightforward demeanour, welcomed him warmly. “Welcome home, Ally.” She smiled and hugged him with love. "You're always on your own, where is your luna?" Ysabelle sighed, leading him to the table adorned with a lavish spread of food, meant to break the forty-day fast observed by the villagers. “Nana, you know I don't have a Luna yet,” he replied with a fro