Isaac X Reader Novels & Stories

The diamond studs shimmered gently beneath the light. She had never seen herself like this. Lena walked in, heels clicking softly on the floor, holding her tablet and glancing over the look. She paused for a beat, lips pressing into a smile. “He’s downstairs,” she said softly. “Waiting for you.” Isabel stood slowly, smoothing her hands down the front of her dress. She didn’t say anything, just followed Lena toward the hall. The staircase curved around and as she reached the first landing, she spotted him. Isaac stood at the base, flipping through something in a folder, one hand in his pocket. He looked like every inch of the man the media called him, polished, powerful, always in control.

“Don’t let Xanthe’s sweetness and cuteness make you blush. You’re an adult man. Don’t embarrass yourself.” He shook his head. He left the bathroom, pulled out his phone, and sent a message to their group chat. Isis Lancaster: Do you guys blush? Isis thought the chat would stay quiet, but his crazy friends replied one by one. Not a single reply was helpful, so he turned off his mobile data, dropped onto the bed, and closed his eyes. Isis began counting sheep. He reached two hundred, but sleep still wouldn’t come. He suddenly sat up and quietly walked out of his room, muttering, “Fuck… I need my Xanthe.”

Isaac added with an amused expression, the whole situation seemed to entertain him a lot. I rolled my eyes and handed him the first note I'd received. “And what about this one?” He could accept that the second page was not his own, but he must have been the author of the first yes or yes, he was very sure of that because it coincided too much. “Is there more? How many notes have you received?” Questioned me with a frown without reading it. “Just these two, you have not answered my question.” Isaac read the note in his mind and looked at me with a flirtatious look.

Millicent's expression was filled with pity, but apparently she had already learned how much he hated being treated like a victim, as she didn't mention any of that “So… You answered me because it was your obligation to make me happy, to fulfill your agreement with Austin?” “It… It started like this. Kind of.” Isaac looked away from her, feeling agitated almost as if a part of him was genuinely afraid she might read his mind and discover the idiot boy he had once been always had a… Crush in her “The truth is. that... My plan was to make you bored and give up on cards as quickly as possible. So neither Evan nor Austin would get what they wanted, which was a huge victory for me, even though I

He asked but Lilith was not in for any question, she feared that Isaac had gone to meet with one of his harems. " Xavier, where is Isaac? Had he gone to meet with one of his harems? She asked. ' Woah!' Xavier said inwardly, was she that obsessed with Isaac? " No, he is in his private room and asked not to be disturbed but can you tell me who's this and why Issac let him stay here?" Xavier said as he tried to remove her mind away from Issac. One thing that she should know was that Isaac is an unpredictable wolf and can not always be by her side.

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

I stepped down onto the path, the gravel crunching under my boots. “She’s targeting Isabella.” “I know,” he said. “I found flyers at the library. I’ve heard the whispers.” “I figured.” “Why are you here, Isaac?” He tilted his head. “To warn you.” I stared at him. “You’re not usually that generous.” He gave a small smile. “I’m growing.” “I don’t trust you,” I said. “I wouldn’t recommend it.” “I want to burn something,” I muttered. Isaac glanced toward the trees. “Not your forest. Not yet.”

Isaac stammered. "There is no need to lie uncle." River told him softly. "Yes I did it." Isaac finally confesses. "Why?" She asked. "Because, I wanted the throne for myself." Isaac opens up. "You could have just asked instead of going through my back to attack us Uncle. But for what you did, you won't smell or dream to sit on that throne." River told him. "And not only that, about what we discussed last night about the wolf god. I want to tell you that my mate, here." She said pointing at Royal. "Is the wolf god."

James couldn't resist the anxiety in his heart and asked, "Isaac?" Isaac exhaled softly, unfolded the paper in his hand lightly and then placed it on the tea table in front of him, "Take a look." Benjamin picked it up. After two or three seconds, he frowned slightly and looked at Isaac inquiringly. Seeing this, James was very confused. He took the paper from Benjamin and widened his eyes after looking at it roughly. "Isaac, what... is this?" Isaac raised his head and smiled faintly, "You saw it clearly, didn't you? I have a son."

Isaac appeared solemn. "What else would I be talking about? I want an answer before this evening." With that, he rose to his feet, pausing for a moment when he remembered something. "Send me an email—show me what you have on Ian's sugar baby." "Yes, sir," Stan replied. Irene had yet to return when Isaac returned to his office, so he sat down before his desk, turned on his laptop, and checked his email. After scanning through the dossier Stan sent, he became pensive.