Blood Clot Isaac Novels & Stories

issac awes "So thats how you were able to heal Isaac?" Jermaine says "Yes and you too" i tell him "My blood is the reason Evans had kidnapped me, he ran tests on me and used my blood as a healing source whenever he and Nora were injured. They use to sell my blood at first but then they started teaching me to make medicine and stuff and i used my blood to make medicines for them to sell then they'd have me make dangerous poisons and use my blood as the antidote."

Clara sat in her room waiting for her boss to call her, and she heard someone knocking on the door, and she stood up and walked to the doorstep, and opened the door, “ma'am, the breakfast is ready” Isaac says, “Okay, I will join you soon,” Clara says, “and, please, where is my boss?“ she asked, “he is at the dining table waiting for you” Isaac retorted,

His blade flashes under the dull light, and before Isaac can even lift a hand to defend himself, it sinks into his gut. Isaac chokes, eyes wide, body jerking. Pete doesn’t stop. He yanks the blade out and slams it in again. And again. Over and over like Isaac’s not a man, not someone he once trusted, just some thing he needs to erase. Blood spills out fast, pooling around Isaac’s feet. His knees buckle, and he drops. Still breathing, barely. One second Isaac’s still breathing, still standing there with that desperate look in his eyes, and the next he’s not.

Chloe was hiding something, something bigger than he could’ve imagined. “I have to tell Nicholas,” Isaac mutters, turning to leave. The need to get to his brother—no, to confront him—is overwhelming. He can’t shake the feeling that this information will change everything. Nicholas might have suspected something, but now there’s proof. Just as Isaac reaches for the door, a sharp pain pierces his back. He gasps, the shock of the attack almost sending him to his knees. His vision blurs as he stumbles forward, but before he can make sense of what’s happening, a familiar voice cuts through the haze.

Clark shouted, standing up immediately. His heart dropped. “I’m on my way!” he said and ended the call. He didn’t care about the meeting anymore. He drove like a mad man. When he got to the hospital, Isabella was already rushed into the emergency room. Her clothes were soaked with blood. Clark felt his legs go weak. “No… no… no…” he whispered. He paced the hallway like a wounded animal. His hands trembled. His chest hurt. That baby… That baby was his future.

He was at his wit's end. "There must be a way. Medical science is so advanced now. They're just blood clots. How hard is it to deal with them?"

Absolute garbage. Isiah turned around and left my office. I followed after him immediately to apologize. In a bid to get away from me, he went into the road without looking. A truck ran him over before my eyes. Still partially conscious, with blood pouring out of his head, Isiah held out his hand for me to take. Filled with shock from what I witnessed, I backed away from him, as I did not want to get involved. Back then, I was afraid people would misunderstand. I was selfish and only thought about myself. I still was. It was my flaw.

"What are you trying not to tell me, Cora. If you have something to say it's best to get it out now than to keep it bottled up to yourself. Or at least that's what my mother used to tell us, when we were growing up as children." Isaac taps his fingers to the music playing in the background. It's soft enough that he can still hear what I'm about to say. "Well, alright. The thing I need to tell Blake and you, as a matter of fact, is that I'm pregnant with a baby. You're going to be an uncle and Blake's the father." Isaac runs over a squirrel and slams the breaks as he goes through a red light. He pulls over into the neighborhood near the red light.

When he heard Cedric's words, he tensed up. Irritation flashed across Isaac's youthful face as he said, "Seriously? You invited me to dinner, and now you're acting this way?" "I have something to attend to. You can enjoy your meal alone!" Cedric replied. He stood and grabbed his coat to leave. Isaac was not happy about it. Setting aside his knife and fork, Isaac's expression turned stern, and he said, "Have you forgotten something? You're the one asking me for help here!" Isaac was a young doctor with a strong background in ophthalmology research. Cedric had underestimated him before, not realizing that the seemingly irresponsible Isaac had made significant achievements in his field.

Isaac felt his blood rush to his head. Earlier, he had figured there was no chance of success and had stopped Claire from acting. But now, he rushed out without a word. He didn't have a plan, but he couldn't just watch Violet be violated. She was a woman of great pride—no man could impress her, not even the finest. If Yuvan, this vile scoundrel, sullied her, she wouldn't just cause chaos—she would probably wish she were dead. Isaac shot forward, with Claire and Iris following behind. The three of them landed outside the tent, only to be met by dozens of drawn swords and knives.