Isaac Foster Without Bandages Novels & Stories

“Yes it's the only way to remember her, I didn't see a face— I couldn't... She was like a glow stick,” Isaac leaped towards me, grabbing a dagger from his stash, slicing through my palm, “Ow!” I cried out “Are you crazy?” “Hold still, it will heal” he assured me. I watched the blood on the knife, oozing down on the pendant, clicking it open, “That didn't happen before,” I whispered,

I opened the door and saw it was Isaac, he was carrying my backpack over his shoulder and he looked very worried. “Isaac, what are you doing here?” I asked surprised. “You disappeared from nowhere and I cared a lot about you ... Were you crying?” His tone of voice was so low it sounded like a whisper. “Not at all, there is no reason to cry,” I replied as I pondered how terrible my appearance must be. “And why did you leave the university?” “It's a long story, you better go inside.” Isaac entered and the first thing he saw was the bandage on my hand.

"Yes." She handed him some iodine. "I’ve dressed your upper-body wounds. You’ll need to handle the rest yourself." His eyes softened like those of a pleading puppy. "Sis, I can’t move. Please help me." After a moment’s hesitation, Isabella grabbed a nearby scarf and draped it over his face before delicately removing his pants. The sight of the wound on his thigh made her gasp in horror. "You were so close to losing everything," she murmured, her voice breaking. "How could they do this to you?"

One week later, I was helping Drake try on suits for the wedding. I imagined him in a crisp white suit, handsome as a prince. My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a photo message from an unknown number. In the photo, Drake was tied to a concrete pillar, and his mouth was sealed with duct tape. His eyes were filled with terror. The background showed an abandoned chemical warehouse. Then, my phone rang.

"Has he woken up since he was brought in," Melissa asked. "Yes. I am sure he slept again not long ago," the doctor said and Foster opened his eyes. His whole head was bandaged leaving his eyes, nose and lips. There were shadows around his eyes and his nose had changed colour indicating injuries. He stared at the doctor and his gaze shifted to Melissa. He stared at her briefly and looked away. "Foster," Melissa called out to him but he didn't respond to his name and Melissa felt he was just mad at her.

That brown clan and not only them, but all the other clans also shiver when they see Isaac before. Then what made him smirk? Isaac groaned before lunging at him, but a sudden attack and Isaac howled in pain, it wasn't a normal attack, A man with a sparkling whip in his hand hit Isaac with it, he looked like a magical wizard, with a colourful dress and big and curled hair, With just a hit Isaac's stomach was cut, a very deep cut and he started bleeding vigorously,

"If we're lucky, those cuts'll get infected, and he'll rot from the inside out before we even have to lift a finger again." "That won't work. I need to make sure he survives a few more weeks." War makes a sound of irritation but doesn't argue. Instead, he pushes up from his chair with a grunt, grabs a bottle of alcohol from the black bag beside him, and without so much as a warning, tilts it over Isaac's wounds. Isaac's body jerks violently, and a raw, animalistic scream tears from his throat. "Quit whining, you big-ass baby," he mutters, tipping the bottle again, letting the alcohol seep into the open wounds like it's a goddamn science experiment.

Behind them, the crystal blue and silver stone are kept in a stand. " Get out of here, Sydney," Issac shouted at me. Why is he doing that? He's my friend and Iam so near to get the stone. I can't miss my chance. Before I could stop my inner thoughts in the middle of a game, the boy near Issac started to change to some other form. " I told you to go," Issac approached me. Now only Iam seeing his face. His whole body is injured so badly. Blood dripping from his arms and legs. He's really in bad condition.

When he hopped, my eyes zeroed in at the bandage peeking out from under the hem of his pants. I raised my head and frowned disapprovingly, crossing my arms as they stared back, "What? What is it?" "Are you sure none of you are bearing any wounds? Gabe gulped while Isaac and Framcos scratched their neck sheepishly, "Well, umm, just a few cuts here and there but that's it! We swear," Francis reassured as the other two nodded in agreement. I growled, "What? You said you were all fine last night?"

It perfectly displays the beautiful rose tattoo that has been implemented upon the wounds of the stitches to cover it up. Of course Xavier Vrindavan that the tattoo is new because it's been a long time since we last properly saw each other but Dad would know. And I am anxious about that. "Are you ready?" Issac peeked inside the room and my breath got caught in my throat. He was wearing deep black tuxedo with black shirt and blood red tie matching my dress. His blonde hair silked back perfectly leaving a few trans that were falling on his eyes. He has broad shoulders with a narrow waist and thick thighs perfectly clasped in tight fitted pants.