Isabella 6 の小説・ストーリー

Let them see exactly what the Tribunal does to people who dare to fight back. Isabella is hunched over her main terminal when we walk in, her hair sticking up in tufts from running her hands through it, three empty energy drink cans stacked beside her keyboard. The main display glows blue, lines of code scrolling so fast they blur into solid bands of light. She does not look up when we enter, just jerks her chin at the screen.

I looked like the man my father had raised me to be—the one who understood the value of an exit strategy. ​"And what happens to Isabella?" I asked. ​"She becomes a Ward of the Company under Sarah’s oversight," Miller said, as if he were discussing a piece of office equipment. "The 'Biological Reclamation' begins. We stabilize her, we secure the data, and eventually, we settle with the government. She’ll be taken care of. In a facility. Away from the cameras." ​"You’re talking about a cage," I said. "A permanent one this time."

We got into the car. Isabella is going down on the gala. I don't care what she has in mind.

In front of the dressing table after making up her hair, Isabella hurriedly went downstairs, should be for the arrival of that person today to start making preparations, and I just looked at her with confusion. It was all fake, not real. At first, Isabella went to the kitchen, then she went from the kitchen to the living room in a hurry, but with a cleaver in her hand, and when she arrived in the living room, Isabella put the chopper on the sofa and went back to the second floor, this time to her parents' room on the second floor, and I followed behind her all the way. As soon as Isabella entered the room, she stopped in front of a chest of drawers. And I waited for her at the door, and when

As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before. He could see it was a double-hulled Catamaran, but it wasn't a sailboat. It was like two speedboats welded together then given to Ferrari to turn into something fast and cool. A large cabin sat astride the two hulls with angled windows, topped by a small seating area upstairs, and the entire ship was coated in a kind of metallic charcoal colour. It looked fast, predatory and dangerous. "This is the Betsy," Captain Wales announced and Mark chuckled. "Something funny, lad?"

isabella thought. "I need to do something fast before i lose myself" Isabella Mumbled She pick her phone, slide the latest Android she's using (Isabella is a sophisticated woman,she loved using latest model things ) She Dial a contact on her phone Drrr""""""Drr"""""""" The phone rings and the receiver pick the call "Let meet at the usual place,i have a Better proposal for for you" "Alright" the receiver said She Change the top she is putting on to something else

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“Thank you. Now let’s try again.” Isabella snapped a flurry of photos, moving around to get the best angles while June stood stiffly, occasionally managing a half-smile. Once Isabella was satisfied, she plopped onto the couch and started scrolling through the pictures. “This one,” she declared, showing June her screen. “And maybe this one. Ooh, this too!” June’s eyes widened. “Three? Are you kidding me?” “Fine,” Isabella said, sighing with mock exasperation. “We’ll narrow it down to two.”

What if Isabella is hurt again? Isabella met James at an office party. She had just started working there as a secretary and James is the CEO of the Swanson Group. He has a daughter around Scarlett’s age but they never met. Isabella is a pretty woman in her early thirties with dark brunette hair and twinkling blue eyes. She always has a smile on her face and she’s very loving. Isabella works hard for Scarlett’s sake and is dedicated to her commitments. James fell in love with Isabella’s gracious nature and they began dating only a couple of months ago. But last month, he took her on an impromptu trip and they got married spontaneously. Isabella broke this news to Scarlett who wasn't pleased.

"Now, about Isabella. She's currently at the old Ferraro warehouse on the south docks. The one you thought was abandoned." "I burned that warehouse down three years ago." "The building burned. The basement levels didn't. Very useful for storing things you don't want found." Viktor's tone suggested he knew this from experience. "She has six men with her, including your three missing guards. And she's planning to strike tonight." My heart slammed against my ribs. "Tonight? How?" "She has someone else inside your mansion. Someone close to you. Someone who's been feeding her information for weeks." "Who?"