Romans & histoires Villager X Isabelle

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.

" 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.

Isabella'S POV Lilith didn’t move. She stood there, blocking my path. Her sharp hazel eyes staring at me, as if daring me to react. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. “You’re pathetic,” she said, her voice low and mocking. “No wonder Simon got bored. You’re weak, Isabella. A nobody.”

Chloe points out, lowering her voice. In Greenville huh? I smooth my apron. "New blood, huh? What do you think?" I mutter to Chloe, glancing at the two girls who are now standing by the espresso machine, looking slightly lost... well, one of them does. "The blonde one, Tiffany? She's a piece of work. But nothing I can't handle. The other one, Sarah, seems sweet, but she follows Tiffany around like a lost puppy. Go introduce yourself." I nod, walking over and putting on my best professional smile. "Hi guys, I'm Isabella. I've been here about a year and a half. If you need help with the POS system or finding the extra beans, just let me know."

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.

Her eyes locked on Isabella like a wolf spotting a bleeding doe. “Well, well,” Ma Hilda said, stepping fully into the room. “Six years. I was beginning to think you’d vanished for good.” Isabella didn’t even flinch. She simply met her gaze. “Hello, ma’am.” “I see nothing has changed,” Macy said, crossing her arms. “Still clinging to Xavier when he’s vulnerable.” Camille’s nostrils flared. “Back off.” “No,” Isabella said calmly, placing a hand on Camille’s arm. “Let them speak.”

I had thought she would fight me and beg me to not take her back to the palace but I never expected that she would willingly come with me. I knew that her village was ruined but I never told her because I did not want to make her sad. When Marius visited her village a few months back, he told me that her village got ruined because of the floods. The floods had destroyed everything and people had moved to a new area. I knew everything but I never told her. I never thought that Isabelle would take so much effect from this. Those villagers had created a new village at a distance from their previous one and then they had named it Saeville village. I know about everything and I think her parents

"The girl who came back from the dead. Or the attic. The stories are so conflicting these days." "And you are?" I asked, pulling my silk robe tighter around my body, feeling suddenly exposed. "Isabella Thorne," she replied, walking toward the bar and pouring herself a glass of Xavier’s most expensive scotch without asking. "Xavier and I were childhood playmates. Our parents were best friends, our empires were built on the same foundations, and our futures... well, they’ve been intertwined since before we could speak. I’ve been in London handling the European branch of the Vane interests, but I heard a rumor that Xavier had developed a taste for charity cases.

Charles added. " I keep to my words," Isabella, told him. " Read my lips, I Isabella won't in anyway be called Xavier wife." She concluded.