Isaac Mcadoo Novels & Stories

“You can carry on your way. I’m not a damsel in distress.” The hint of a smirk grew. “Never assumed you were.” He held out his hand. “I’m Isaac. Isaac Ambrose.” I paused before accepting it, returning his firm shake. He did not give any indication he registered the electricity sparking between us, but he held my hand in his a little too long. He turned it over, examining the callouses, before letting me go. “Maise.” “Maise?” “Just Maise.” He cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t press further. There was no way I’d reveal my last name. “I looked for you last night. Did you not shift to get away?”

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."

Rook said. "Hyce is cool and kind. He's like my helper, but... "But what?" Rook asked. "But he hates me now" Isaac replied. "That's bull, he doesn't. In fact, he's at his father's mansion tonight, and it's not far from here. You know McCall mansion right? You can go confirm" Rook said. "For real?" Isaac stood, grabbing his bag. Rook nodded, and Isaac rushed out of the grill. "Mix beer and rue for me please!" He hollered at the bar man.

‘Astrid…what’s wrong? ‘Mate is protecting us,’ she whispers, but she sounds scared. With a rabbeting heartbeat as I call out for Isaac, but he doesn’t answer. The screams echo again, piercing the silence of the night. I manage to stand up, but before I am halfway across the room the door opens. Isaac appears in front of me. He is heaving, and bloody and has taken his half-bestial form. His golden and silver eyes tell me that both his wolves are equally in control. He is in his Enigma form.

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_”

He persisted. She laughed. "Alright." He let go of her and looked at me. "Hello." "H-hi," I answered. "Who are you?" I looked at Mrs. Dobre and she gave me an encouraging smile. "I'm Mommy's friend. Nice to meet you." "I'm Isaac." "I have heard about you." His eyes were back on Mrs. Dobre. "Let's go." She looked at me. "Let's go." "Me too?" She nodded and looked down at Isaac. "You wouldn't mind if Aunt Cassidy comes along, right?"

Max lacked knowledge and experience of the trade, As his father, being a liberal person, had always encouraged and supported him for his ambitions which was to be a gamer for which he had practiced hard and won many prizes as well as being recognized as a rising player with his own team, but surprisingly he kept his personal information hidden and played using a half-face blue mask, which made him widely popular and known as "GamerX" But before he could announce his identity, his team insulted and removed him and impersonated someone as him, as the opposing team had given a huge sum of money to them ( A fact which the team's manager acknowledged it to his face) and with no evidence, he was b

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

To look for a hidden corner to freak out at. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Adam Grant–only the sexiest guitarist known to man, no big deal. Isaac pulls back. “Where are the…” He trails off, and I know it’s because of whatever he can see on my face. I wrench my eyes away from the forest-green gaze that seems to have bewitched me. “Oh,” Isaac says. He puts his arm back around my shoulder as he talks to Adam. “This is Jo, my friend. Jo, meet Adam.”

And then, something soft brushed against my foot. I looked down. Isla. She was crawling slowly toward me, in that clumsy, determined way she had. Her small hands slapped against the wooden floor, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth like she was concentrating on a mission. When she reached me, she pulled herself up using my knee. I stared at her. “Dada,” she mumbled, blinking up at me like I was the only thing in the world. Sienna smiled faintly beside me. “She’s been looking for you. She keeps crawling around, though I tried to keep her away. She keeps coming back to you.”