Isaac Foster Without Bandages Novels & Stories

The whiplash sounded throughout the neighborhood, he was sure everyone could hear it, Richard hasn’t healed from the earlier sustained injury, but right now he was so sure he was going to die. The angry stares from his foster father, and the drama being acted out by his foster mom. Ariana gives Isaac a look that conveyed a message only the both of them are aware of. “just sell him already” Ariana screeched, her ring finger pointing to Richard her foster son.

It will take days for this to heal, but I closed my eyes and forced my body to at least close it a little so I could still walk. I felt hands slide under my arms and pull me to my feet. “Careful.” Peter, a warrior, was helping me stand. His head was gashed open and blood was running down his face, but he was alive. I looked around to see if anyone else was hurt. I landed on a warrior named Isaac. A large branch as penetrated the metal plane and went straight through his stomach. His body was hunched over as blood ran down his mouth. Isaac’s lifeless eyes were staring straight at me.

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.”

"So... you’re packing to move back already?" Aiden asked, a tiny whine in his voice. Isaac tutted at him. "Of course she is. Were you expecting her to stay with us forever?" He chided. "Now stop sulking at the corner and help her pack." "There’s no need for that," Amelia said hastily. "I didn’t bring a lot to begin with, and he’s injured!" Her eyes stared at his bandaged knuckles. Isaac had treated them at home with iodine and wrapped them up himself, citing that there was no lasting harm done. Aiden would be right as rain in a few days.

He didn't look scared but caring like an older brother would do. “Are you a chicken, can you not take antiseptic!” He slapped the shoulder of Isaac and the latter glared at him. “Should I punch you and check if you would be able to take it like a man?” Isaac winced as he spoke. “You better behave, and don't let it get into your mouth!” Alexander rolled his eyes and dropped the bloody cotton wool into a stainless tray with the rest of the bloody cotton he used in cleaning Isaac’s lips. “You would have to stay in one of the rooms to rest while it heals. You can't go home until it heals, I don't want your father and mother questioning me.”

He was too small to be thinking about whatever was running through his mind. "Watch them and don't f*cking touch her!" Isaac ordered Franco then left to get supplies. I had never seen Isaac in control like that before, or barking out orders. He was big like Franco but not as big as Caelum. Not many had that brute's large body of pure muscle. "I know this is very strange and scary. Isaac is going to get some bandages and disinfectant so I can make sure none of your wounds get infected. Is that ok?" I looked at both of them.

Millicent smiled in relief when she saw Isaac's hands now completely clean and covered in bandages “You have to change these bandages every 6 hours, okay? The skin on your wrist is kinda torn apart. It will take a few days to heal completely. Are you sure you are not feeling pain in any bones? You may have displaced something…” “I’m fine, really. I know how to identify when something in my body is out of place and, believe me, I feel great.” There was a smile on his face, but Isaac purposely seemed to be avoiding her gaze, staying focused only on his bandage “How many times have you been forced to bandage me since we met? You could be as good a nurse as your mother, you know?”

she was restless, "If there is any danger here then we need to seek help..." Isaac clenched her hand twice. Izzy understood. Maybe it was safe for him to stay here. Isaac slowly left her hand and tried to reach the bed covers. Izzy noticed his difficulties and helped her to do so. There beneath the bed cover, there was a small locket. Its design was intriguing. She took it out and placed it on his hand. He slowly shoved it back into her hands. "Do you want me to hide it?" she asked and Isaac clenched her hand once. Izzy was about to take that locket when the door to the room flung open.

In an instant, she already saw her holding a sharp knife, she gulped. "Stop playing games with me, Isaac." she said, struggling against the knots but to no avail. Isaac just raised his brows and use the knife to tear her shirt apart, letting some of her breasts escape through the holes, and continue until it's only her underwear left on. "Are you scared?" Isaac laughed and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to face him. Despite the nervousness, Ava never looked away, instead she looked directly into his eyes. "I'm not scared, Isaac Foster. Do whatever you want if that would make you genuinely happy," she replied. Isaac smirked and she's surprised when she put a handkerchief on her mouth,

Tanya was astounded. "What..what are you doing?" She was slightly tense. "I want to show you that your body is not filthy to me." Isaac had discarded his clothes and was adorned in only his boxers. Tanyas' cheeks were reddening. How could he be so perfectly sculptured? "How?" She asked innocently. Isaac softened his gaze. He didn't want to scare her. He just wanted to show her how he adored her. "Just do as I say, will you?" It was a command but his eyes were pleading.