Isaac Books Novels & Stories

Isaac unpacked his things at his new room, provided by the lord of Cadieux residence. Looking outside through the windowpane, he watched the scenery. It was the same heaven he admired but weirdly, it felt very different today. Isn't it because he's like an anxious cat who was suddenly brought into a new household? With a sigh, he fixed his eyes on the ground and remembered Lanceil’s last will before he died. [Please protect that kid] Isaac would not try to oppose his savior’s will. Yet, just like what Dwight said before, serving Maxine was against his wish.

“Not yet, Isabelle. There is something we must do first.” Suddenly the chanting starts and the whole situation scares Isabelle even more. She is in the middle of some kind of satanic ceremony. She should have known from the blood on her forehead but, up until now, the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind. The talk of sacrifice didn’t even lead her to this conclusion.

"You kissed him, yet?" "Not yet. He's very intoxicating.” "That much is true..." Savea mutters from the other side of me, not raising her eyes from her book. When I tip my head, I’m surprised to see she’s reading some kind of murder-mystery style novel. These girls don’t have much to do to fill out their days, so I’m not surprised they resort to reading. "Do your families know much about Isaiah?" I ask them all.

To wait for her to come running back from the forest, a handful of pine nuts clutched in her fist. Unhurried. Unceasing. The same way she scrubbed clothes in the washhouse. --- 【Isaac and the Notebook】 The autumn he turned five, Isaac found the iron box for the first time. It was in the bottom drawer of the cabinet, locked with a small padlock. He didn't have the key, but he had patience. First, he crouched in front of the cabinet and ran his fingers over the lock and the edges of the lid. The box was black, its corners worn shiny, as if they had been touched countless times. He picked at the keyhole with his fingernail. It didn't open. He stood up and walked away.

she asked He shook his head. “I don’t know yet, but they’re closer than you think. Be careful.” As he was leaving he turned to her and said in a voice laced with warning. “Trust no one, Isabella. Not even those you think you can.” As Jasper left, Isabella was bored and she began to walk around the sanctuary until she came to a room filled with books. The room smelt damp and the books were all old obviously from age and use. As she looked through the books she found that they were filled with books and ancient texts from leaders of the packs who had been here before them, their stories of victories and losses and of wars fought in the past.

ISAAC The moment the door swings open, I know I've caught her off guard. Her robe hangs half-tied, cheeks flushed, and hair a tumble of messy waves. Her lips part in surprise, eyes wide and uncertain. Nothing like the hellfire she's hurled at me since the moment we met. Behind her, barely visible across the room, half-tucked beneath the covers, lies a sleek purple vibrator. Well, this has been made way easier for me now. I drag my gaze back to her face, watching color flood her cheeks when she realizes what I've seen. She shifts, sliding into the hall to pull the door halfway closed, but it's far too late.

Isaac resolutely moved to Rimmervale at that time to prove himself. He never expected that after his departure, Ivan would turn on Gavin, using drugs to drive him insane. He snatched all of Gavin's power and officially became the heir of the Burke family himself. Rumor had it that Ivan locked Gavin in a cellar, with no one to take care of him. He was forced to live like an animal. He relieved himself on the floor and endured immense suffering all the while. Ivan was a twisted, sadistic monster. With all this in mind, Isaac responded to Yasmin, "What's your plan now? I can assist you."

Now Isaac touched Will's shoulder and patted it three times, Will was surprised Isaac did that to him. Isaac always tapped a person's shoulder three times to give him the code to be careful from now on, and after that Isaac left without a word. ** The next day Calista and Isabelle are surprised by the number of people in the backyard, it seems that they are preparing something big. "What's going on? Why are there so many strangers here?" Calista asked Drake. "Mr. Isaac wants to build a playground for young lady in the backyard." Drake's reply made Isabelle instantly excited.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

I couldn’t even bring myself to say, my family because they were as good as dead. Without waiting for her reply, I hurried to the room and closed the door and yelped when I turned around. Isaac was sitting on the sofa and a pile of books was on the coffee table. He looked up, his eyebrows furrowed when he took in my state, but almost immediately, his face became devoid of emotions. “Bought some books for you to read. Heard you were curious about this pack. Read them and if you have any queries, ask.” I stared at him, stunned for the second time in the day.