Isaac Foster Fanart Novels & Stories

Calista said. "But you're not her mama, not even Isaac is the father of that little girl." Theodore's outburst instantly stunned Calista. "What do you mean she's not her father?" "Hahahah, so Isaac didn't tell you about the child?" "Explain properly, I don't understand what you're saying." Calista protested. "Isabelle Benjamin or what you consider to be your and Isaac's child, is actually just a foster child who has been taken care of by my brother since she was a baby." Theodore explained once again making Calista shocked beyond belief.

Jess had found herself more BL fans. Akira said, “Show us the photos, Isaac.” Hayden said, “He’s showing us his artwork first, Akira. Don’t cut in the line.” Isaac passed his tablet to Hayden. “My art.” Then he took out his smartphone and did some clicking. I just knew this was about to get out of hand and said, “You don’t have to show people those photos of me, idiot.” Isaac ignored me and then passed the phone to Akira who widened her eyes. “Oh! Wow!”

I say with a pout, but he only flutters his amazingly long eyelashes at me and laces his arms with mine as we walk to our next class. Isaac was a tall, sophisticated guy who made red hair look extremely sexy. He had piercing blue eyes and a fashion sense that could put me to shame - I suppose being openly gay does that to some of those that were out of the closet. He had a little fan club of females trying to turn him straight but, as he said “I am as straight as a screw, lovies.” We clicked on my first day here and I am so thankful to him for befriending me.

I turned to Frost with a smug look. "Don't encourage her," she said from her seat on my left. "Hey, uhm," Isaac said gaining my attention. "The uhm new guy is staring at you," he said his eyes glued on his portrait. I made to peep over my canvas but Frost stopped me by slapping me on my thigh. "Ouch." "What are you doing you don't look immediately or so obviously," she scolded. I sighed with a slouch. "You see him too," Isaac asked her.

“It just is.” Gio released him and rolled on over to the other side. The two stared up at the ceiling as if silently gazing at the stars. And then Isaac rolled over, laying his fingers on Gio’s face, rubbing his light facial hair and round jawbones. He closed his eyes in pleasure. Then his fingers went downwards, carving his large neck and round adam’s apple. Then down to his round strong breasts that were thicker than his peers with a sprinkle of chest hair. Isaac’s fingers carved his body like scribbles and doodles on a canvas. He went further down to the thick hairiness of his crotch and basked in the beauty of his forests. Then down to his girthy member as red and as plump as the skin of

Along with it a dark mist slowly rose about him, the mask vanishing to reveal a human form that was only slightly less fear inducing than the former even if his clothing remained the same. Intense eyes gazed from a pale but well chiselled face, dark red hair, as rich as blood, spilled down to rest below his shoulders. Symbols of snakes wound about his arms to meet a far more elaborate image on his back, stark against the sun kissed skin. Isaac could not help but move his eyes up his body eyes tracing over the god's form. He had always appreciated such figures from working with the images of Venus and Adonis and other depictions of desire. The eyes remained the same though; cold and full of s

He knows I'm afraid of crawling critters and that I take too much time by the mirror. Isaac also knows that I love fake eyelashes, and I like having my nails done, yet... He doesn't make fun of me for it. No. Isaac is a gentleman and so damn nice. Frustratingly nice. That man doesn't call me a bimbo like some other guys have. Isaac knows I'm doing my nails and eyelashes for my own sake, and he isn't interested in trying to make me change. He accepts me for who I am, and he makes me smile. He makes me feel safe.

Now that I tried to make a flower, I was more convinced that I should be on the counter instead. Because my flower drawing ended up looking like a dinosaur. ‘I am really bad at this.’ However, when I looked at Isaac’s latte work, I was awed. He drew a bicycle on it, making my impossible into possible. "What okay?" I complained. "This is beyond okay!" I gave him two thumbs up. I heard that Isaac killed a lot while working as the Delta who guarded Uncle Lanceil. But a part of me wondered what kind of person he could be if he’s a human, not a werewolf. He looks very talented.

I needed to create an heir to get the elders off my back, and what better way than to get a breeder? As I made my way towards the steep stairs that led to the main sitting area of the arena, Isaac came strolling down. He wore a white button-down with the top buttons unbuttoned so you could see his chest hair beneath and a pair of black sacks. His long black hair was up in a bun at the top of his head, and it seemed he had grown out his mustache and beard. "Brother," he called, opening his arms wide. "I was starting to believe that you were going to blow me off."

That scared little boy I would hold in my arms when Victor went on one of his rampages was gone, and in his place stood a taller, leaner version of him with a sharp jawline and longer brown curls that fell between his shoulder blades. “Well, well,” I teased, squinting playfully. “If you’re too grown now to give your big sister a hug, just say so.” “Stop being so dramatic.” Isaac rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched. “C’mere,” I opened my arms wide. He grumbled, but eventually gave in and stepped forward, letting me pull him into a hug, and I squeezed him a little too hard on purpose. “Okay, okay—that’s enough. You’re gonna crush my ribs you psycho.”