Broken Watch Isaac Novels & Stories

I say, even though I know Nukea probably was, "It was the right thing to do, we can’t have a..." Isabella gasps suddenly, interrupting me and raising her wrist to her face. Oh, fuck. "My watch!" she blurts out and stands up again, looking down at the floor, searching for it, "I was wearing the watch you gave me. That fucking rat took it!” I close my eyes in stress for a second. The last thing I need is more trouble between them. I guess I have to cover yet another theft. "What?" I mumble, lifting a hand to scratch my hair, "I don't think so, Isa. Are you sure you were wearing it?"

"Sure, honey. But if the world ended tomorrow, who are you picking? A pretty boy who spends an hour on his hair, or a mountain of a wolf who can carry you out of a fire while snapping necks with his bare hands?" "You spend way too much time on those survivalist forums." "I've been single for three cycles, Isaac. My imagination is all I have left. While you were busy being Derek's 'secret' mate, I was alone with my thoughts and a very expensive vibrator." "Point taken." Isaac placed his glitter-bleeding sign on the conveyor belt. The security guard, a bald man who looked like he’d wrestled bears for a living, ran a wand over Isaac’s frame, the metal detector chirping against the silver glitte

Instead, he was staring at a sterile, white ceiling illuminated by recessed fluorescent strips. Ethan bolted upright, his hand instinctively flying to his wrist. His heart skipped a beat—his grandfather’s chronograph watch was still there, but the glass face was severely cracked, and the delicate brass hands were frozen at exactly 13:13. The internal hum was gone. The core was completely dead. "I wouldn't move too quickly if I were you," a calm, digitized voice echoed through the room.

He couldn’t see them clearly and thought that it is because of the mask he’s wearing. And so, he removed his white hat and the white mask. Red hair and black piercing glistened under the moonlight. His olive eyes shone in the dark as he felt his body calming down. The trembles subsided and the wound is slowly healing. “It seems, I’ll live one more extra time,” Isaac, the Delta of the Wayne and the one who killed the rogue inside the comfort room, said.

I glance at him only briefly before turning back to the spectacle in front of us. “And it turns into a paw when he shifts?” I ask, unable to help myself. “Yes, my Luna. That’s exactly how it works. How….” He trails off, straightening, and turns to Isaac. “Well, that is your magic, Your Highness.” I turn fully to Isaac, wanting a complete retelling of how exactly Isaac was able to craft this piece of machinery. Obviously it has to do with his strange powers of turning locks, manipulating those small gears, but he looks bored, uninterested.