Call Me Ishmael Novel Novels & Stories

He clenches his jaw looking at her; his bloodshot eyes glaring at her making her whole body shake in fear. Broken and vulnerable that’s what Daniel is right now, he went into frenzy after realizing he once again has no one by his side. He is all alone; life has got him to the exact point from where he started. Isabelle is happy with her new muse; she is living her life peacefully. She didn’t look back for him, she didn’t wait for him. But Daniel will wait for her, look for her and ask her why she didn’t come to him and look for him? Why is she so happy without him with another man? Daniel stares into the void of the darkness sitting on the pavement. He has no idea how he will find her, how h

I can sense his confusion but it only gives me more drive to do what I have planned. When I am in the security of my room, I make sure that he is nowhere near the door before I search for Jasmine number and call her. She answers within two beeps. "Hey, Sir Nathan. Are you having trouble with Miss Isabella." "Yes, apparently, he is." I sigh. "Um, Isabella is that you? What are you doing with Sir Nathan's phone." "I'm calling you with it." I roll my eyes. "Can you direct me to your house, there's something I need to talk to you about."

“Oh calm down, Ember. You’re acting like we’ve already found him.” “What?!” Ember gasped. “You literally couldn’t sleep last night. Don’t come for me.” Callie covered her face with both hands, her cheeks flushed. “Okay, fine,” she whispered, biting back another grin. “Maybe I’m freaking out a little too.” This was it. The birthday that changed everything. The day the universe would lead her straight to him. Her mate. Her destiny. And may the goddess help whoever stood in her way. Callie had lived a quiet life in the omega estate. Nothing too flashy or too wild. Just her, her parents, and her brother in a modest little house tucked at the edge of pack lands. They weren’t rich, but they were h

Morelli tried to speak on my behalf to Dante, "Isabella isn't apart of our world, so she's not aware of the hierarchy or our...practices." What he meant to say was that I wasn't apart of this world and didn't know I needed to kiss his ass and walk on egg shells around him. Dante waved him off and grunted, "She's fine. I haven't taken offense to anything she's said thus far." My eyes widen in shock before I looked across the table at Cara who had a big smirk on her face. "I told you." She mouthed, "He's obsessed." Dante caught her mouthing those words before he growled, "Shut up and drink your champagne."

What were the secrets that he had concealed, and how much were they involved with what we were fighting currently? My feelings weighing down on me, I walked through the packhouse. It was a quiet evening and the hallways were empty, but my thoughts were far from still. I did not knock when I arrived at Isaiah's rooms. Isaiah was sitting by a fire with a book of prophesies open upon his lap as the door opened beneath my handrevealing Beside a fire, Isaiah sat with a book of prophesies open upon his lap. His bright eyes tilted slightly as he raised his head. "Logan," he said in a flat, yet cautious, voice. "What brings you here at this hour?" I walked into the room and said, "You know I'm here,

Isabella stared into the fire as if watching a prophecy unfold. “The church must die,” she said, “for the covenant to live.” --- A LETTER FROM FATHER EMMANUEL In the ruins, Arthur found a sealed letter in Father Emmanuel’s study—addressed to Isabella. > My child, If you’re reading this, then everything has already begun. I failed to protect the truth from the world. But you—you are not just a vessel. You are the flame and the oil. What you do next will either save us or burn us all. Forgive me. —Emmanuel

I couldn’t even close my eyes for ten minutes, if I did, my mind created images I didn’t want to see. Images of Isabella struggling, images of her calling my name and realizing I wasn’t coming. Two weeks was starting to feel like two years. Ischavor loved games, he loved hearing the fear in someone’s voice. And he won’t stop reminding his enemies how powerless they are. Suddenly my phone buzzed on the table behind, every head in the room snapped toward it. For a second no one moved, I turned to it and picked it up. “Try to see if you can track it.” I mouthed to Mikhail.

Isabella leaned into his comforting presence, contemplating the delicate balance between her practicality and the enchantment of being loved so deeply. As the night faded into the soft glow of dawn, they remained intertwined, finding solace in the warmth of each other's embrace. With the first light of morning, Isabella and Henry welcomed the sun, after a night where fears where restored with hope, only to be disturbed by a call on Isa's phone. "Who is that," Isabella uttered as it was evident her romantic moment with Henry was obstructed. As she took her phone, she saw it was Gabriella calling. Once she got the call connected.

Guarded. Noah stood half-hidden behind her leg, clinging to her coat. He wore a tiny navy jacket with wooden toggles, his curls a tousled halo around wide gray eyes. The exact color Callum saw in the mirror every day. Callum felt something fracture inside him. "Noah," Isla whispered, gently coaxing him forward, "remember what we talked about?" Noah blinked up at her. "The man with the storm eyes?" Callum choked. Isla nodded, kneeling beside him. "Yes. This is your daddy."

"You're going to meet your former arch-nemesis, not your first love." Ignoring her, Caleb continued to search for clothes. On the other side, Isabella was in a good mood. She was changing clothes in the fitting room when she received a call from an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for two seconds, she answered the call. "Isabella." It was a cold and familiar voice on the other end. Isabella narrowed her eyes slightly and opened her mouth, "Amelia." Amelia said, her voice chilling, "Let's meet!" Isabella replied coldly, "No, we won't."