Isaac Grossman Novels & Stories

Mikhail Grossman, the man himself, crashed the scene like a wrecking ball through fine china. “Ah, our new head of IT! Straight from the New York jungle! Welcome, welcome!” Grossman boomed, his voice thick with too much charm and not enough sincerity. “Head of IT, huh? Sounds almost as smooth as ‘infantry,’ doesn’t it? Funny, right?” He burst into a laugh that sounded like rusty chains rattling in a blood-stained dungeon. Leila didn’t miss a beat. “Sure thing. What’s a man like you doing in the Alps out of season, Mr Grossman? Planning to climb every rock in sight?” Her voice had a sharp edge to it, like she wasn’t quite buying the act.

"Hello Mr. Isaac. I'm Franklin Loom, your lawyer for the hearing." Isaac sat in a chair separated by a glass partition from the man in a black coat wearing a dark framed glasses. "Hello, thank you so much for taking my case." Isaac sincerely thanked the lawyer.

' She thought with an eye roll. Unfortunately, Joseph saw the whole scene and he was controlling his laughter. Great. "This is Rasmus Colt." The professor introduced as everyone just gawked. "Take a seat, Rasmus," Professor said and unfortunately, there were only three seats left, two in the front row and one just beside Catherine. The silent man walked back and hopped on the seat beside her. Silence. Catherine blinked and made eye contact with Joseph, he was still smirking at her. To prove him wrong and wipe that smirk off of his face. She turned towards the silent guy aka Rasmus.

Their cold stares sent shivers down his spine. Why was the Underground King of Mirage City here?! Isaac trembled, and said, "Gavin, remember me? I'm Isaac Quinn! I held events before this, and gave you plenty of signed albums and autographs!" "Those things? I threw them straight into the trash," Gavin said, narrowing his eyes as he extinguished his cigarette. "Mr. Lester, how should we deal with this guy?" Isaac realized the gravity of his situation. He clung to Frederick's leg, sobbing uncontrollably.

He stood on his own, cleared his throat again and said, “I think it’s only proper that I introduce myself properly. I have come today on behalf of the Golden Rose, the twelfth director of Buckman Corporation.” The words hit the room like an explosion. Chaos. Voices rose. Chairs scraped the floor as directors shifted in their seats. Some gasped. Some muttered to one another in disbelief. I felt like the floor had been pulled out from under me. Golden Rose? Isaac was claiming to represent the Golden Rose? I stood up so fast my chair almost fell back. “That’s not possible!” I shouted. “Isaac Grant cannot be the Golden Rose! He’s making this up, and you all know it. He’s only here to help Cole!”

He rolled his eyes at Johnny and said, "Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?" Johnny sighed, and Grandpa just rolled his eyes again. "I'm Markus Gravano, grandfather of this dickhead." "I'm Alessia," I said shyly. "I know exactly who you are, my child," he said, looking at his wife with a smile. "Come on, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Clarissa said, much to my relief.

He came back a few minutes later riding a car with him. “Hop in!” Lucas beckoned to them. Fabiano grinned and then got in while Lauretha casted a look behind her before getting in after which Lucas zoomed off. CRESCENT MOON PACK PACK MEETING/ INUAGURATION CEREMONY Maxwell stood from the throne chair and faced the people, his face beaming of smiles. He had assumed the Alpha mantle ship immediately he captured Dennis and Jeremy, the only people that could stop him in the absence of his cousin and didn’t really need any inauguration ceremony. He had waited for this moment all his life.

Isaac sneered and said, “I know. Aren’t you just a singer? I heard that your family spent a lot of money to try and promote you for several years, but you still could not make it to fame. After that, you finally went abroad and changed your face before you finally became famous. Am I right?” “F*ck!” Tom, who was on the other end of the line, was so angry that he could only clench his teeth. “You’re really seeking your death! If you have the guts, why don’t you tell me your name, then? If I do not teach you a f*cking lesson, my name is not Tom Zielinski!” Isaac replied indifferently, “My name is Isaac Cameron. I’m the general manager of Shangri-La in Aurous Hill. You can just come here if you

Isaac answered, "Besides simply reminding you of the truth, I want to form an alliance with you. A massive business like the Burkes' shouldn't be handed over to someone as ruthless and scheming as Ivan. "Yasmin, if you have any sense, you should carefully observe the man you're with and determine whether he is a person of integrity—or something else entirely." At this point, Isaac paused before continuing, "I hope you'll contact me again. If you do, I'll tell you everything you want to know." He knew it was unlikely that Yasmin would trust him immediately. They had no real connection, after all. Isaac gave Yasmin time to mull over his words.

Isaac gave his order. “Yes, Sir.” Jonas stood up and headed to the podium. He relayed Isaac's message, and the professor hesitantly ended the class. The flabbergasted look on Natalie's face as the professor walked out was priceless. “Things like these are effortless for me. So, brunch?” He stood up, gave her his hand. “Just who on earth are you?” “Isaac Bardekk, that's my name.” “What do you want from me?” “I told you, be my_”