Doom Slayer And Isabelle Novels & Stories

Isabella: "Dora I'm not sure I want this job anymore "I told Dora as I looked in the mirror at my skirt and how they hugged my curves. "Mmhh..." she says, checking her phone. What bothered me the most was that she wasn't even listening to me. Since last week, she had been obsessed with speaking with Hudson. Perhaps she was falling for him. "Isn't that Hudson? Someone is madly in love, "I made a joke. She rolled her eyes and threw away her phone.

After tonight, I would belong to a single monster who would introduce me to new ways of torture. One humiliation would be over tonight to begin endless. "Isabel!" The culprit of my misery called me out. I uncurled my fingers around the hairbrush, putting it back in the rusty drawer. The layers of sweat were imprinted on it. I didn't care. I only cared about walking downstairs without wasting a second, or else, a swollen cheek would be the cause of rejection later. I strode down. There was Cora strolling, her nostrils fuming as if she would slit my throat. But we both knew she couldn't. I was her precious bounty as promised to Mr. Goldberg.

Isabelle was Elder Maurice’s daughter, the female demon whom no one dared to mess with in the area. He lowered his head further. “Ms. Isabelle, what can I do for you?”

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

Damien roared and followed, pumping rope after rope of cum so deep she felt it in her womb. He collapsed over her, still buried inside, and kissed the tears from her cheeks. His hand slid down to cup her cum-filled pussy possessively as they drifted off. “Mine,” he whispered into her hair. Isabella closed her eyes, chest tight with something far more dangerous than hate.

Isabella screamed, her fingers digging into Hailey's neck, strangling her with crazed strength. "Isabella!" Caleb's voice thundered as he rushed forward, tearing Isabella's hands off Hailey's throat. He slapped Isabella hard across the face, sending her reeling backward. Hailey gasped, coughing as she clutched her neck, her eyes filled with fear.

Damon's POV) My jaw tightened as I stood in my study, staring at the untouched bourbon on my desk, hoping it would erase the memories. Outside, the moon hung low, casting a pale light over the courtyard, where Isabel had once danced barefoot beneath the stars before I pushed her into the shadows. I hated myself for it, but I despise the idea of her belonging to someone else. The image of her tangled in Blake's arms lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Her skin was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in soft surrender as she lay against him, leaving a haunting image. None of it fit. None of it made sense. She rarely spoke to him and never gave him a smile, let alone a glance worth

—Rosalie tilts a sinister smile —Noo! My brother and I were petrified when she sprouted fangs and stuck them into the woman, Dalton tried to stop Madi, but he couldn't and I don't know how but she pulled out a knife and stuck it in his back. "Shit!". Madi started to change, an embracing fire surrounded her and her eyes turned completely black, I grabbed Serena's father and pulled him away from the flames that hit serena.

My arms are dead weight, my legs don’t exist anymore, my neck locks, muscles seizing as if my body is slowly turning to stone, and my lips barely part as air struggles in and out. I can’t move, I can’t scream, and I can’t press the button. Terror consumes me. “Please,” I sob silently, tears streaming into my hair. Damian. Mama. Anyone. Isabelle straightens, smoothing down her fake scrubs. “I should go,” she says brightly. “I wouldn’t want to be here when things start shutting down completely.” She pauses at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. “By the time anyone realiss what’s wrong,” she adds sweetly, “it’ll be too late.”

Dominic seemed to read her thoughts and thought that he had never seen her this vengeful before. The last time Katherine slapped her, Isabella found a chance to get revenge almost immediately. Isabella licked her red lips as her small hand slid across Dominic's chest. Then she gave him a gentle push. "Honey! You're mine!" Dominic, who could lift a casket with one hand, fell straight onto the bed. Even then, he still protested, "Isabella, let me get up… Ugh, this really isn't appropriate…" "Shut up!" Isabella lowered her head and silenced him completely.