Novels by Isabelle Hart

"I can't do that because I'm younger."Tasha clumsily throws a stone into the lake, and it sinks with a gurgle. Another failure.— Look. Move your arm back like this, bend your knees. Try to throw it parallel to the water."I help her throw the stone, and it skims the surface of the lake three times. "That's good now. Tasha is a quick learner.— Yo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!!!! I'm cool, huh? But of course, I wouldn't have succeeded without your help!She dances in place, causing the hem of her skirt to fly apart. I can't take my eyes off her! Tasha Evans is so beautiful that sometimes I get lost and forget the words."I helped just a little. Practice, and then we'll have a competition.""I doubt I can beat you. I'm nine, and you're twelve. You're really thin, though. Why is that? Don't you eat enough?""I don't even know why I'm like this. There's always plenty of food at my house. I have a normal appetite, but my mother is almost fat."I eat normally." Maybe my dad was just thin. Shall we go

One year and one month later:"Dad, get me the strawberry one today!" Jayden yells. Sam yells as he expertly circles a parking post on his electric scooter. "I always get it on my shirt, and this one won't show as much."For several months now, my son has been calling me "Daddy." He says it casually and easily, like everything else he does—laughing, joking, talking about serious things, and drawing. But I shudder every time. I don't know how much time will pass before I get used to having them: my son, the most extraordinary child in the world, and her, a woman unlike any other."And you, Tasha?" I glance at my wife. "You're wearing blue today. What flavor would be appropriate if you got dirty, too?""As far as I know, they don't have blueberries, so take any," Tasha says, holding her stomach as she gracefully sits on the bench. "I'll have to rely on my own care."I nod, but I'm in no hurry to leave. She truly is a unique creature. I can't explain my feelings for her any other way. Li

I hesitate to turn around, afraid of ruining this moment. Jaden willingly admitting that he needs me. His lips trail warmth down my spine and his fingers brush my shoulders as he tugs the straps of my bra together. Goosebumps cover me from head to toe, and once again, I feel like everything is happening for the first time between us—the first touches, the first blazing passion, and the first time we have sex. We've experienced many firsts in our lives, but I'm certain that we've now reached the final one. We'll end up here together. He is the man he loves and a father. I am the one who, after years of wandering, has finally found myself. Now, I can belong to him until my last breath. Jaden's presence here now, after everything he's been through, means he's surrendered to me completely.As soon as my bra hits the floor, Jaden closes the last few inches between us. His erection, hidden by his pants, presses against my buttocks. His palms land on my breasts and squeeze them. I exhale lou

I make a double espresso and, after taking a sip, sink heavily into a chair. By the fifth day that Sam and I have spent at Jaden's house, I'm running low on energy. I'm falling asleep well past midnight and waking up early the next morning to ensure that Sam doesn't catch me in bed with Jaden by accident. It's bound to happen sooner or later, but I want to make sure he's prepared for it and has had time to develop a deep affection for Jaden.I turn off the stove and take the pancakes out of the pan—Sam's favorite breakfast. I don't know if Jaden really likes them, but he eats them with his son every morning. Since he leaves the office with me after lunch, he spends the entire morning and half the night working, so I'm hardly the only one complaining about a lack of sleep."Mom, I can't find that blue shirt I wore to school yesterday," Sam says, walking into the kitchen in just his jeans and rubbing his sleepy eyes. He especially reminds me of Jaden in his younger years: tall and thin

"It doesn't itch?" I roll up the sleeves of Sam's new shirt and look at him questioningly. "It feels soft.I like it. Jaden bought one just like it. Did you see it?He actually bought several similar shirts and jeans while shopping with Sam yesterday.Yes, I saw it. Are you ready for the first day of school?— Ready. Samantha Adams already texted me saying she misses me.Well, I understand why.Hand in hand, we walk down to the courtyard, where Jaden is waiting for us with the car running. He's determined to spend every minute with his son. This morning, he made it clear that he plans to drive Jaden to school with me. I'm worried that Sam's classmates will pester him with questions. Children can be cruel and unforgiving. I'm counting on my son's wisdom and strength. I hope he won't take it personally and will be able to fight back if necessary."I'm going to need my car to pick Sam up from school this lunchtime," I say, looking at Jaden as I lower my voice and buckle my seatbelt. "How

"This bed is really big," Sam says, pointing his toes carefully to demonstrate just how big it is. "And there's no table for me to draw on.""I told Jaden you're used to sleeping in a smaller bed. He offered to buy you a new one tomorrow. I think that, once he learns about your passion for drawing, he'll want to buy you a desk as well.""Your friend is very kind. Is he lonely, so he wants us to stay at his place?""Not exactly. I'll tell you a little about our friendship. When Jaden and I met, I was only three years older than you. We immediately became best friends. He taught me to dive, helped me with my homework, and walked with me after school. We shared secrets. But then he had to leave. I missed him a lot, and he missed me too. Sometimes you meet someone, and they just feel like home,” I say, gently touching the left side of Sam’s chest. "And they never leave. For me, that’s what happened with you before you were born and with Jaden from the moment I first saw him. It was the sa

AvaI still can't believe I managed to trick Samurai. Sure, I was lucky, but I still didn't think it would be so easy.The plan came to me the moment I left Tim's office and saw Slate. I walked toward him, smiling broadly and genuinely enjoying the look on his stunned face. He watched me idly from behind the wheel of the SUV."I want to go to the orphanage and deliver some gifts. Tim said you'll be guarding me now, so let's go quickly."Slate doesn't answer. He waits for me to get in the car, and then we drive to the supermarket. I deliberately sit in the backseat, at least that way I can distance myself from the man with such an unpleasant, piercing gaze.He periodically glances into the internal mirror, and I feel like an insect is running over me. An unpleasant one, with clinging legs and a sharp sting. And very, very poisonous.At the supermarket, I put sweets, crackers, and fruit in the cart. For the girls, it's hair clips and elastic bands, for the boys, it's socks—these are thi

I head straight to the gym and changed. My body fills with a painful anticipation—the same sensation as when I'm waiting for sex. I slowly wrap protective bandages around my wrists.It's like foreplay before sex, when you know it's about to happen. Lots and lots. Long. So you can take your time and prolong the pleasure as much as possible.I approach the punching bag hanging in the corner. The first punch—the bag goes away and returns smoothly. I reach it with my foot. I strike again, this time from the left. I finish with a kick.I find the right rhythm and then just turn my head off. I pour all the concentration of that brain-melting heat into each stroke. And it's just like in sex—the more rhythmic and deeper you move, the more intense and faster you cum.Each blow, just like in sex, is accompanied by a movement of the hips. I feel the anger pouring out, dissolving and evaporating into the air, and the arousal growing. I give in to the rhythm, pounding my fists into the tight surfa

FrostI'm driving down the avenue in the evening, and inside, everything's tied up in a knot. In the sea. Why the hell did Damien tell me this? I lived peacefully and didn't know, and now I'm going to worry about it.I remember how often Damien would come to the orphanage, bringing treats. He always gave a gift on New Year's. So, it turns out I wasn't the only one who thought he was a daddy.I stop the car and pull over to the side of the road. It's a shame I don't smoke; I need something to do with my hands. I hold onto the steering wheel and look ahead.He never promised me anything, not even once, and I never even thought about accusing him. He was very young; he and Sara had just had a daughter. How else could they have me to be completely happy?But inside, it quietly gnaws at me whenever I imagine, even for a second, that I live in a family, and Damien is my father. I probably would have been the best son, but his wife couldn't love me; she knew it and said so frankly.I don't f

"You have a rat in your circle," Damien finally says. "Someone's snitching on you, it started just recently, Tim. Be careful. They're digging under you, and it's not ours."He points his finger up, and I realize it's state security. And I also understand how he's risking and exposing himself by leaking the "rat.""Thank you, Damien," I say, "I really am very grateful." He waves his hand dismissively."I don't need your thanks, do something. I don't feel like bringing you wreaths at the cemetery."Wow. So they don't want to put me in jail, they want to kill me. Cool. Well, it wouldn't be the first time.I say goodbye, but Damien, shaking my hand, holds me back."Tim," I look up, he's staring intently, "you could have been poisoned. Why did you follow me? With your money, you could work with any of our guys.""Are you working with me?" I squint. "And for money?"“No,” he shakes his head, and I know it’s true. I just know, that’s all, “that’s not why.”“Why?” Now I squeeze his hand. He t

I look at my watch—it's time to finish. There's a lot of work, but I need to stop by and see Damien. And most importantly, Ava is waiting for me at home.It's a strange feeling, being expected. I'm used to people expecting things from me. Jewelry, clothes, food at a pub, a trip to a fancy resort. And for that, they're willing to suck me off practically for the rest of my life.And Ava needs me. I felt it yesterday when I saw her sitting on the windowsill.I stop at the supermarket and buy juice and oranges. What else does Damien need? His wife will bring food, the driver brought the money to the doctors this morning, and he also bought the medication. Nothing serious happened to Frost.He inhaled smoke, and the hospital diagnosed him with smoke poisoning and told him to stay in the hospital for a few days. So now he's in the hospital.And when it comes out, they'll put him in an office and promote him to major. And I'll finally breathe a sigh of relief.Damien's bed is by the window,

FrostWe're sitting in my office chair, Ava on my lap. I rest my forehead on her chest, she strokes my hair, and I'm simply not thinking about anything. I'm enjoying her scent, the unexpected, and therefore even more mind-blowing sex. She's a smart girl for coming, after all, my sweetie.Of course, this isn't the first time I've had sex in my own office; I don't think I can remember which one. But it's Ava's first, and for me, it's all different. I don't know, I can't explain it; I can just think about her, and a very strange and unfamiliar feeling appears inside.It's as if there's a lake full of water inside me. I look at it, and it becomes calm, smooth. Clean, transparent. Crystal. Like this lake water.“Tim,” Ava calls quietly, and I, coming to my senses, rub my nose against her warm skin.Well, aren't you a moron? Good thing no one can read my thoughts; everyone would piss themselves laughing. I must be so turned on by this girl that I'm producing more sperm than necessary. And a