Novel & Cerita Villager X Isabelle

Years of love, mistakes, promises that did not survive reality. “That’s okay,” I added, not even sure what I meant by it. “Xander.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card, holding it out to me. “Here,” he said. I frowned slightly, taking it. “Why are you giving me this?” Before he could answer, a woman approached us confidently. “Sir, I’m done,” she said. “We can take our leave now.” Isabel. My stomach twisted instantly. She glanced at me briefly before looking back at Xander, her expression neutral but knowing. She did not need to say anything. Her presence alone spoke volumes.

Isabelle suddenly spoke up, sticking her chest out as she said so. Lira grabbed her hand, her eyes teary, "no, we'll leave together. We..." Isabelle shoved her off coldly, then she stood up and approached Xavier. "She's Marco's granddaughter, I am sure you don't want to offend that man," she informed Xavier. Xavier's eyes were wide as he genuinely looked shocked. The idiot, he didn't even bother to do any kind of research. "Besides, my brother doesn't care for her. With me here, he will always come. So get her out of here right now!" She snapped, her eyes falling on me as she said this.

“Isabelle? It’s Damian Villareal.” He heard a soft groan from inside, followed by the slow, shuffling sound of footsteps. The door opened a crack, and Isabelle’s face appeared in the gap. Her skin was ashen, her cheeks were flushed with a feverish red, and her hair was a messy halo around her face. Her eyes, usually so fierce and full of fire, were clouded with pain and exhaustion. She was a shadow of her usual vibrant self. She stared at him, her eyes wide with a combination of shock and disbelief. “M-Mr. Villareal? “She stammered, her voice a thin, reedy sound. “What are you doing here? ”

He asked, noticing her discomfort. “None, actually. I'm just trying to get used to the aura here,” she lied. He smiled and nodded. “I know right? It's really filled up with people today. Please, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name? I’m Xavier.” “Isabelle.” “Isabelle,” he called slowly in his Russian accent, as if he was trying to detect the taste of her name on his tongue. “Nice meeting you, pretty Isabelle.” “Same here.”

Xavier nodded. “I will call Amelie and join you up there,” he replied, and patted him on the back, then lowered his face to plant a kiss on Isabelle’s hair. “If you can hear me, Belle, I am here with your mate. You know we will not let anything happen to you, so there’s no need to be afraid. Rufus didn’t take you, Cole is holding you, you are here, you are home with your people. And you know I will die protecting you. One more thing though – you know I love you with my very life that doesn’t mean you get to sleep when everyone is busy,” he said. Cole saw a slight tug of the corners of Isabelle’s lips. He smiled with relief. “So, when you wake up you will still have mountains of chores waitin

It was a good distraction for Cassius who seemed to forget his earlier question when given the opportunity to gush about her. "This is my Beloved, Isabelle," Cassius said proudly, not skipping a beat. "Your Beloved is a human?" Tristan seemed shocked. Izzie would usually have been offended at the way a vampire referred to humans, it was always so derogatory like humans were filth to them. Tristan's shock, however, seemed to be directed mostly at Cassius for accepting her and not at the fact that she was a human. Did – did Cassius not like humans? Was this something she didn’t know?

That didn’t sound good at all and soon too? “What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!” “Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest number of children in the world, one hundred and twenty-two.” That put Angela in relief but that meant someone else was going to die.

Isabelle’s POV I’m Maria Isabelle del Frado, an interior designer and a daughter of a politician. I love going to a place where it is smoky, noisy and a lot of people are dancing. . I get happy when I'm in places like this, this is where I come out who I really am. I can do everything I want to do. I left home when I started working because I prefer to be alone than with my parents who did nothing but force me to marry a politician's child too. My father is a Governor here in La Union that’s why our surname is well-known, and he also supports the practice of arranged marriage, and leaving our house was the only way to escape his tradition.

He squinted. “Who’re you?” I hesitated. “Uh… Hi! I'm Isabella.” The girl next to him, with dark curls and big brown eyes, tilted her head. “The human?” I frowned. “Well it just sounds off when you say it like that, why would you even say that?" The third kid, the youngest looking of the bunch, grinned. “Because you are.” Hmm Fair enough. “So?” I crossed my arms. “Is being human a bad thing?”

Then, he rose from his seat and walked towards me, his movement graceful and deliberate. I shivered, still seated as he crouched beside me. He leaned closer to my face and I tilted my head to look at him in the eyes. "If I will help you..." he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "You must give me something in return." "What do you want?" I asked in a low voice. His eyes gleamed with intensity. "I want you, Isabella" he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. I jerked back, shocked by his request. "Don Xander!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling.