Isabellacarter Stories

(On hold) 14 cards. A simple, trained assassin and agent on roll. She has no clue about what she's doing. Anger, Powerless, violence, murder, stealing, seducing, escaping, protecting all things she had to use to escape her invisible prison. Everything was taken away as she disobeyed, leaving her in guilt and alone in crowd. A journey of cards not some simple one but those which costed her everything. ••• "Guilt, A guilt is something you can't run from, it would eat you slowly and steadily; leaving you in such position that even your tears trick you from seeing the world. Happiness would only bring a second timing spark but guilt is a permanent house even if someone makes it go. It won't Uncle Philly, it won't make it's way out until you realise things are upturned and shattered. That's what I can feel now. A powerhouse of guilt." She shouted in empty warehouse, making her voice echo on reflecting flat walls. [The story has usage of violent words, more scenes enacted of fights, mentioned of arms and weapons which can harm one's reading view. So it's kindly recommended that readers would select their reading parts carefully. And mostly enjoy reading as I enjoyed writing.]

Isabella Carter was the schools most popular girl. But unlike the stereotypical girls, she was nice, kind, and very smart. After making some changes for her parents.. She was also known as the Heartbreaker. But when the schools Mr. Popular bad boy keeps showing up in her life, what happens? A Heartbreaker and a Player is not always the best thing to combine. Someone always gets hurt..

Él solía observarla detenidamente cada vez que ella hacia su aparición en aquel hogareño restaurante al sur de Nashville. ¿Cuál era su nombre o historia? él no lo sabía, pero si conocía a fondo cada pedido que ella hacía "un café cargado con dos cubitos de azúcar y una sonrisa perdida en su teléfono" aquellas pequeñas cosas jamás pasaron desapercibidas para Drew. Aquella joven estaba esperando ansiosamente que su único amor apareciera por la puerta... Pero se encontraban en el lugar donde nunca más se volverían a ver. Ocultándose a través de una apariencia fuerte pero siendo débil por dentro, mintiéndose a si misma creyendo tener todo lo que alguna vez soñó mientras lloraba y fumaba dentro de su auto. Creyendo que nadie la veía mientras él estaba justo al frente. Porque él sabía perfectamente por lo que ella estaba pasando, él había estado anteriormente allí, él sabría como cuidarla después de que la tormenta comenzara. *No les pido mucho. Solo dale una oportunidad a Drew y a Bella, les prometo que se enamoraran de ellos dos. Gracias :) xox*