Isaac Foster Fanart Novels & Stories

she cried tears of frustration, as she meet his eyes. "Sorry to disappoint you. But what you're seeing right now is all real," he answered in a raspy voice, while he's leaning down closer to her, his hot breath fanning her neck, then after some time he already give some spaces between them. "The man standing in front of you is no other than Isaac Foster. Still remember me, Ava Peterson?" "What? Too surprised, huh?" Isaac smirked playfully, watching how Ava flinched at every single word he had said.

“But don’t go labeling me a puck bunny just yet. I have standards.” “No? That’s a damn shame,” Santiago says, stopping just inches from the mesh. Isaac bites his lip, suppressing a laugh that would surely ego-stroke the Alpha standing before him. “I was actually hoping for a souvenir. A photo for the fans... or maybe just for my bedside table.” “I don’t do charity work,” Santiago retorts, though his eyes drop to Isaac’s snug, charcoal-grey Henley. “Not even for a loyal member of the pack?” Isaac hooks a thumb into the waistband of his dark jeans, tugging just enough to reveal the black elastic of his briefs. “I’m wearing the team colors underneath, if you need visual confirmation of my loyal

Damon continued, his voice was hoarse, as if the past memory of Isaac was choking him. “He worshipped him, Lila. Thought he was invincible, the kind of hero who could fix everything. Isaac wanted to be just like him, you know? He’d wear that stupid homemade cape, run around the yard pretending he was Hyperion’s sidekick. He even wrote him a letter, begging to join his team. He thought—God, he thought he could matter to someone like him." I felt a pang in my chest. I could imagine Isaac, all wide-eyed innocence and reckless dreams, chasing after

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

Marcus sternly called out, signaling he isn't joking rigth now and that was enough to make Issac sigh as he take the phone in his hand, "Fine" Issac Harington, a level 3 profesisonal hacker and Marcus' best friend with a chocolate brown hair having a boyish look to his chiseled face. His disheleved appearnce contrasted with his best friend's appeareance but it did not make him any less handsome. With an intelligent and sharp mind, he has everything from looks to great body but he has only one flaw which annoys Marcus a hell lot. His attempts at making dad jokes are absolutely terrible. Marcus often found himself cringing at Isaac's attempts at humor, but he couldn't deny that Isaac's hacking

He looked ready to grab at me and I got ready to kick him in the dick if he got even closer to me. “Now, now~ Let not start anything. We have to get along with each other. So let's be friends, okay?” Isaias showed up with his usual practice smile and I tried very hard not to roll my eyes at him. His top was blue just like Erik but he looked a bit more prince-like than Erik. “Shove it, faker.” I didn’t hide my dislike for Isaias and I could feel his cold eyes on me. I really don’t like a pretender like him at all. It just doesn’t give me good memories… I hate people like him, I hate them…

“OK, ok now, first Edily meets her long-lost God knows who that happens to look more like her than me and now her artist thinks she saved his life? Does anyone really know this slut bitch? Let me ask you Prime Theory did you feel that way before or after you fucked her?” I could no longer take Isa’s constant negativity, especially this last stab at my character, I poured my drink in her face and dared her to react. “I don’t know what the hell your problem is but if you come for me one more time it's gonna be way more than just a drink in your face. If you would get off your slut

“My mentor suggested I paint Rowan. Use him as the medium. I received a delivery yesterday. I’m going to prepare it this afternoon. I’ll lay the protective tarp down, and then these edible body paints are going to cover him.” “Do you actually believe he’ll permit that?” “He owes me after he let me taste the dessert off his skin.” “I don’t even want the details,” Isabella giggled. “You don’t. But I intend to immortalize it. I’m going to blend my two greatest passions. If the result is artistic enough, I’m framing it.” “By the gods, you’re insane.” “Indeed,” I laughed, “and he loves me for it.” “Have an exquisite evening. I need to hear every detail.”

He frowned. “Happy?” Ivan arched his brow. “Well, that was more words than I bit most people hear from you in a year, your mate excluded.” I chuckled, nudging his knee. “What did we tell you about our brother and his mate?” “Finn is a hockey fan, specifically the Maple Leaves, and art primary sculptures as that is his talent your mother cultivated. His mate is Lorna from the Everfang pack, who works as a pack doctor and enjoys gardening. Their son is Isaiah, and he is their pride and joy. He’s only five and studying at a third-grade level.” Ivan outlined.

Ariana screeched, her ring finger pointing to Richard her foster son. “he’s already caused us enough troubles, and it’s bad you can’t see it” Isaac gives Ariana a look letting her know they’ve already concluded that part of the talk. He faces the ground at which Richard lay in pain. “you really should get punished by the higher ups, really” Richard turns, giving Isaac a full display of his battered body, but Isaac didn’t even blink an eye. “I still think we should dispose of him; I don’t want any black skin staring at me” growls Ariana as she makes an exit.