Villager X Isabelle Novels & Stories

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.

My stomach growled, the sound reminding me that I had missed a chance to have a meal because of my fight with Mabel. Mabel; the council elder’s daughter. An equivalent to a freaking princess. I should have tried to know who she was before deciding to fight. nd now, I knew that the chances of the people, seeing me as anything other than an intruder were slim. Too slim now that I had fought their beloved princess. “Good evening, madam,” Isabelle’s voice rang out as she stared at me with a smile on her face. I watched her for a second, wondering if this was actually what she felt about me. Was this just her being dutiful? Acting because Nevan had commanded?

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”