Isaac Mga Nobela at Kwento

No, he couldn’t recall; even his first girlfriend, a pretty servant girl by the name of Ivana, hadn’t made him feel like this. “Hormones,” he repeated to his wolf. “Once that baby’s out of her, you’ll come to your senses. We both will.” His wolf chuffed as if laughing at him, and Isaac growled, splashing through the water until— “Holy shit,” Isaac gasped, bending down to pick up a small metallic object that his toe had nudged. He pulled it out of the water, wiping off a fine layer of goopy algae, and quite literally leapt and whooped with joy when a delicate little moonstone winked back at him in the sunlight.

"What is this?" Isaac felt the tension in the room thicken. He gave Derek a subtle nudge, leading him toward the table. "I’m just another pack-friend coming to offer my support before the hunt begins," Isaac said, his tone neutral as he looked at Valeria. "Hey, Val. Mateo." "Hi, Uncle Ike!" Mateo chirped, hopping off the bench to barrel into Isaac’s legs. Isaac caught the pup, lifting him for a brief hug while Santiago watched him with the intensity of a starving predator.

“In other words, one delay and he puts his fingers on my supply chain. Two delays and he puts his hands on my throat.” I said, clenching my fist. Elias inclined his head. “Exactly.” Maxine flipped pages, color rising in her cheeks. “We… I… flagged the waterfall as standard. I must have…” “Miss Lewis,” Elias said evenly, “the language is designed to read as standard. You passed what you were meant to pass. We change it. He is choosing to play a dark game. And I am here to stop it.”

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

“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?”

shouted Nora, "Isaac keep following me!" " Isaac wants Nora to joke and play together , Nora is good friends with Isaac." Tera turned to Isaac who was standing beside his mother, the little boy was stubborn and annoying, but Tera could see the worry in his eyes. "Isaac, come here. Let's be friends again with Nora." Tera reached out to the handsome boy, Isaac, a child of Swedish and Indonesian descent who lives in Singapore because his father works as a General Manager in a branch of a leading food compa