Villager X Isabelle Novels & Stories

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.

Damon Julio shared a strange story with me about Isabella's plan to use a decoy to draw out Cassandra. According to him, if the plan failed, the objective remained the same. However, if the plan failed, it would mean that someone had told Cassandra that Isabella was alive. Given that the Vivaldi woman was now part of our group, she might have been the one to spill the beans. "It doesn't matter if she's the one, Julio," I told him after his analysis.

he says extending his arm towards me I just looked at it then I looked at Ace then back to Logan and I extended my hand towards him hesitantly but I shaked it nonetheless. His hand was warm and it was firm and he kept on looking at me. "You haven't told me your name." he says his voice low and deep looking at me giving me the same look he was giving me yesterday as if he was searching for answers in my eyes. "I-m." I let out but no words were coming out so I clear my throat talking felt so alien to me I haven't uttered a word in weeks. "Isabella." I whisper "I'm Isabella, Ace's wife." I say more clearly he then nodded his head. He then let go of my hand and I hadn't realized he was still hol

"Shut up, Isabella. The walls have ears, I don't want them to find out." Isabella rolls her eyes. She really can't believe that she's doing this. "If this turns out to be a full blown party for me, I'm going to be really mad." "Don't worry, it won't." Her aunt assured her so Isabella decides to take her word for it. Outside of the castle and in the forest, the werewolves gather around tables, mumbling things between themselves or eating and drinking. They recently found out that Princess Isabella is actually mated to a god. Some are envious, mostly the females while some are just happy to have a feast.

'' Xander let out. '' Isabella, the red queen ,'' His eyes shone with excitement. '' You are really beautiful up close, my name is Xavier, I am Xander's cousin,'' He introduced himself as he stretched forth his hands for a handshake. '' Nice to meet you Xavier,'' I let out as I forced a smile on my face. Xavier's hand lingered on mine, as he looked at me with those icy blue eyes of his. '' Okay that is enough,'' Xander let out as he pulled me away from his hold.

" Um, that Guy, I guess his name is Sebastian? Who's he? " I asked. " He is my right hand Isabel. He is the one, who handles everything of mine. He is the one, whom I trust the most with my work. Moreover, He knows everything about me, he is like a close friend. I met him ten years ago, and he is still with me." He said. " You are really lucky to have a friend like him. " I said with a smile and he nodded. We both were busy talking, when our order arrived. I thanked the waiter and closed my eyes as the delicious smell of the cookies crept inside my nose.

he said. The old man creased his brows. “What do you mean? She is just a useless village girl who only knows how to cry,” he said. He didn't like the girl at all. Xin pursed his lips, his hands clenching into fists under the table. He did not like it when anyone else ridiculed Isabel. He was the only one who was allowed to do it. However, when he lifted his eyes, he looked so calm. “That's what everyone thinks. But she might be here on a mission. And if we are not careful enough, we might regret it later on,” he explained.

"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in q deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And she's the last confessor - the last of her kind. Of course, they were more than that. But, not until her village was ambushed few days ago by the King's guards, and every one of her kind died. All the confessors were killed.