Broken Watch Isaac Novels & Stories

she gasped when she realized the hands were moving “How did you do that? My mother told me that my grandfather spent months looking for someone who could fix it, before giving up.” “You said you would send me something precious, so I would never forget you.” Isaac shrugged, “You sent me a lot of gifts over the years, but I never got to keep most of them. They were big and came in separate boxes, so Austin always got to them before I did. I could only eat the chocolates and get my hands on the watch that I asked you to hide in the letter.” a small smile appeared on his face “You know, I really liked the story of this watch. I think that's why I spent so many years trying to find the right pie

Really gotta take the small wins when we can. "W-Where the fuck am I?" Isaac stammers, his wide eyes darting around the steel-walled room like he's expecting a trap door or some secret tunnel to pop open and save his sorry ass. Spoiler alert: there isn't. It's just me and him. And the fact that he won't be breathing for much longer. I exhale lazily, flicking ash onto the cold metal floor. "Congrats, you won an all-expenses-paid trip to Fuck Around and Find Out Land."

It was a pain that cut through the air, tugging at his own instincts. Ezekiel pulled out his old pocket watch. As a werewolf, he had carried this watch for centuries, and it held a special power. After tracing a graceful arc through the air, it fell steadily into Isabella’s line of sight. Her gaze quietly fixed on the watch, waiting patiently for him to begin. "Is there any unfinished wish you’d like to fulfill first?" Ezekiel asked. His voice carried a hint of the ancient wisdom he had accumulated over the years. Isabella shook her head.

Isaac throws the phone on that helper's chest. “Are you new here? Don't you know the rules and regulations?" That helper shakes his head. “Words." I flinch at the thundering voice of Isaac. “I-I a-am so-sorry, sir. I-it wi-will n-not ha-happen ag-again." Isaac dismisses him and he starts picking up the shattered pieces from the ground. His figure, trembling badly. My eyes widened when I saw his bloody back. He is wounded. I look away from him when Isaac puts my phone in my palm, circling my finger around the phone, securing it.

she hissed before storming off. Camila watched her go, shaking her head before continuing on her way. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• BRIARWOOD SCHOOL** “What do you think of this watch, Isabella?” Brett asked, pulling a wristwatch from his pocket. “I know I can’t afford an original one, but I hope your father will accept this as a birthday gift,” he added, looking hopeful.

A city-wide blackout rolled across the grid, plunging blocks into darkness and sowing chaos in the streets. Marcus’s face remained hard, the fresh echoes of his father’s death still burning inside him. The revelation from the shed had torn open old wounds just before the raid. IZO44 had not only killed his father but had used his research as the foundation for its emotional manipulation systems. Every step Marcus had taken in the hunt now felt poisoned by that truth. Leila glanced at him, worry clear in her expression. “Marcus, stay with us. The pain will fuel you, but do not let it consume you.”

The next moment, it was the sound of me calling him to dinner. Everything played on a constant, relentless loop. My phone was still in Magnus' pocket. He had fully charged the battery for me. The password was the date his wolf first awakened, so he unlocked it effortlessly. I started keeping a journal ever since my wolf began to weaken. Magnus tapped on the entries, which were a complete log of the physical and psychological agony I had endured ever since I was poisoned. It detailed the torment of the wolfsbane and my silent endurance of the change in his attitude toward me.

"Not necessarily a person." Isaac stepped toward the abandoned sedan. He picked up the silver pocket watch once more. His fingers traced a tiny scratch on its lid. "I made this." Everyone looked at him. "You made it?" Lucien asked. Isaac nodded. "I gave it to Elias thirty years ago." He looked toward the mountain ridge. "If it's here..." "...then he wanted us to find it." Lucien frowned. "Or someone wants us to believe that." Isaac didn't argue. Instead, he opened the watch again and examined it more closely.

Their hands, locked together in a white-knuckled tug-of-war over a sleek, black smartwatch. A cold splash of memory hit me. The watches. I'd bought the matching pair last Christmas, top-of-the-line, with GPS and a proximity alert. A mother's paranoid gift. *‘If we get separated by more than ten yards, it'll beep, buddy. So I'll always find you.'* Ben had thrown his on the penthouse marble a week later, calling it "lame." Isabella gave him some flashy, game-covered plastic thing. My watch had sat in a drawer, a monument to rejected safety.

Isaac cleared his throat and said, "Yes, that's right. Just keep it. Why are you asking so many questions?" Before I could reply, he added, "Go back to work." "Oh, then please thank Mr. Holmes for me," I said, and slipped the bracelet onto my wrist right in front of Isaac. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised by how quickly I had put it on. I quickly explained, "The box stands out too much. I'll just wear it so it stays hidden under my clothes."