Dr Fetus Isaac Novels & Stories

Isaac muttered while crushing the newspaper and throwing it in all directions. Missing the figure of his daughter, Isaac got up from the room to a room in the north wing. When he opened the door he caught a woman hugging her sleeping daughter. Isaac paused for a moment looking at the two of them who pay attention, often make them look like mother and daughter. This again made Isaac remember Isabelle's past, how until now she had never seen the real face of her own biological mother even though reportedly Isabelle's biological mother had died a long time ago.

Maddox stood frozen beside her, his eyes wide, his lips parted. "You said you wanted to meet him," Hecate said, turning so the boy could see the king. "This is Isaac. My pup." Isaac looked at Maddox with curious golden eyes. He did not know this man. He did not know that this man was his father. He only knew that his mother was holding him, and that was enough. Maddox stared at the child, at the dark curls, at the golden eyes that mirrored his own. Something flickered across his face. Wonder. Hope. A question he did not know how to ask.

He's wanted to for long enough, so I'm surprised he's hesitation. "It is about her, son. I knew she was your mate the moment I saw the way you looked at her. You've never been interested in anything as much as you are interested in her. I should have killed her when I got the chance," Kit growls. I frown. He knew? "Hurt her, and I won't kill you today, father. I will ensure you live out your life in the most painful way possible, and I will not apologise for it," Isaiah says, his voice frighteningly calm.

"Then she gave birth to the baby." Saying this, Drorit looked at him, "It's Arvis. You have seen him, right?" As she said this, she sighed with emotions, "Speaking of which, Arvis really looks like you." Isaac nodded in silence. He was a maelstrom of churning emotions inside.

Isaac responded as he adjusted his glasses. Everest was Isaac’s youngest and certified last child of Isaac. He was an albino just like me with bright green eyes, a shock to everyone since no one in Sarah’s bloodline had or married albinos and Isaac was a black child adopted by Ben’s family when he was three. Then there was Everest eyes though he was biologically Sarah and Isaac’s baby. The issue regarding his adoption was the fact that Mrs. Campbell’s had fertility children and the first she conceived was stillborn so they adopted Isaac and three years later; they were blessed with Ben by a natural birth.

I wasn’t sure how riding in a van and literally not moving was so exhausting but surely it must just be everything hitting me all at once. Isaac is actually dead, and I’m still just not sure how to feel about it. “Appreciate that man, really. I wasn’t totally sure how it would all go. But Isaac essentially going all suicide wasn’t something I saw coming. And now we’re on to yet another obstacle in getting rid of these bastards. It just never ends,” Rafe admits, rubbing his face. I fall onto his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around me. “And his last act was to defy his father, or … it’s another trap,” Frederick says, turning around from the front seat of the van.

I mean it should be, he and I only spoke the other evening and everything seemed perfectly fine then. I watch as Kenna takes a large gulp of her drink and inhales deeply. Her face takes on a serious note causing me to catch my breath. Shit, whatever she is about to tell me seems like it is going to be impactive. I brace myself mentally for what could possibly come out of her mouth. Kenna clears her throat and holds my hand. “Dante, Isaac is not your real father!”

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" "I am you, Isaac." "What?!" "Please don't kill me." "I would never hurt you." I approach him slowly and stroke his head; I don't know why, but it makes me feel better too. I stayed an hour waiting for the child to calm down and decide to come with me to the bedroom. "You have a nice house, Isaac." "Thank you. What's your name?" "My name is Liam." "How do you know me?" "Because I am a part of you."

The spot beside me dipped down slightly and I looked over to see Matthew still smirking at me. “You look happy,” he mentioned. I chuckled, “I am. I’m a godmommy,” we chuckled over Isabella’s word. “Here,” I had Matthew ready his arms and got up to place baby Isaac in his arms. “I’m a goddaddy,” he said looking down at Isaac and we all smiled and chuckled lightly, careful to not wake the baby. Isabella exhaled a breath of content and leaned her head back on the bed, enjoying watching us with her son, “I’m so glad I picked you guys,” she said.

His mother curiously asked after overhearing their conversation. "Me. He has a part of me in him that I never thought he did," his father said. But the woman only took the meaning literally and said, "Like father, like son." When Abigail was leaving with Tony after making sure Tanya was fine, Isaac approached them upon seeing the redness under her jaw that was exposed after refreshing up and changing into casual clothes. The event had finished long ago and even Rita had left. He felt guilty. What if something had happened to the fetus growing inside of her? The thought of it made Isaac feel that he killed Gray too quickly. Maybe, they should have dismembered him hour after hour for him to en