Doom Slayer And Isabelle Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But I also know what's right. I may not live for long, but at least I’ll die knowing I stopped my son from doing the wrong thing—from trapping a woman here against her own will. This marriage will not work if you both behave like this.” “There was no marriage in the first place. I was forced into this.” “But things have changed my child and you know it,” Tia told her as they moved towards the bed. Isabelle held Tia’s hand, looking into her eyes now. “Nothing has changed. He's the ruthless Don of La Cosa Nostra and I'm Isabelle—the daughter of the man whom he killed days ago.” A tear dropped and she quickly wiped it off. “I don't think I can go back from that… don't think I would be able to

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Isabelle opened her eyes at the sound of a loud snarl. The sight before her almost made her heart stop. She didn't have the time to think or pause as she jerked up, sprang into the air, and tackled the massive form heading for Cole. She landed atop a bundle of fur and their eyes met. Beowulf tried to push her off but she didn't let him. His black eyes were glassy, and darker than normal as if he had gone feral. He managed to push her off his body and rose to his feet. Isabelle pulled her door open, shape-shifted into a werewolf, and pounced in front of Cole, blocking him from Beowulf and at the same time shoving Cole backward against the wall. An act that awarded her a sharp stab in the flan

"Why won't you? I just told you. They killed your mother. They took her away from us and ruined your chance to have a normal, happy family and you still don't care? What exactly has this bastard here done to you?" "Nothing. No one did anything to me." replied Isabella. "I honestly don't remember my mother at all, and nothing was done to me. You left so I found a way to cope without having a family. I made another with people I met after you left. They became my family. And I understand your need to do this, but you also have to understand that not every vampire is evil the way you see it. Just one person commited that crime, not all of them. And I can genuinely say that I know a few who are

"He is just the perfect ally I need. He has more than enough money, fame, intelligence and power: the four most essential things I need to get my revenge. His empire has the most advanced technology, equipments and AI systems. Should I go on listing? If I can get this man on my side, I will become unstoppable" "Isabella Lucia Sterling!" Sloane yelled, slamming her cup to the kitchen counter. I gulped. Sloane only calls me by my full name whenever I was...well, in trouble. She strode to me across the counter, eyes blazed in fury. She gripped my arms, shaking me vigorously as if she could force sense into me "Do you want to fucking die?!"

She shot him daggers and he toned it down a tad; he bent down and the hound wagged its tail before stopping in front of Lucian. Isabelle could feel the heat emanating from the hound; it felt like she was the one on fire. She rubbed her leg and retreated by a few steps away from the creatures of hell. "Probably should have told you to stand back; the heat from them would usually kill your kind, but you're different," he said to her. "I knew you were the devil all this time. You and that psychopath with the scythe talking about me dying all the time. It's insane and unbelievable, but I know I'm different," Isabelle said.

Jason exclaimed sounding like my mom. "Guys, Skylar is unconscious you idiots." I heard the doctor, Sean say. -Unknown- I punched my fists onto my desk in frustration, I was so close but it just slipped out of my grasp. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts, I yelled come in as the door opened to revel my best assassin. "Isabelle, you're back already, I just set this mission yesterday." "Yes sir, and I have your money right here," she said placing a bag on my desk. Isabelle has been working for me ever since her parents died at the age of 10 and has trained with me.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

"Save me… I'm sorry… Please… It hurts so much…" Her screams rang out, yet no one moved. One by one, more zombies swarmed in and tore into her body with brutal force. Madeline's final gaze was fixed on the sky. Her eyes were filled with sheer despair. When the horde finally dispersed with low, satisfied growls, all that was left on the ground was a blurry pool of flesh and blood. In the heavy silence, the old squad member who had once led the mockery dropped to his knees in front of me. His trembling hands pressed into the dirt as he slammed his forehead down hard.