Isaac X Scott Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

Marcus sternly called out, signaling he isn't joking rigth now and that was enough to make Issac sigh as he take the phone in his hand, "Fine" Issac Harington, a level 3 profesisonal hacker and Marcus' best friend with a chocolate brown hair having a boyish look to his chiseled face. His disheleved appearnce contrasted with his best friend's appeareance but it did not make him any less handsome. With an intelligent and sharp mind, he has everything from looks to great body but he has only one flaw which annoys Marcus a hell lot. His attempts at making dad jokes are absolutely terrible. Marcus often found himself cringing at Isaac's attempts at humor, but he couldn't deny that Isaac's hacking

could feel him even though all I could hear when I stretched out was a never-ending quiet. I was aware that he was searching everywhere for me.As soon as I hear the door knob twist, I jerk out of bed. There was an attempt to enter. The doors silently open, letting in a stranger with a covered tray in hand. “Whoa—” exclaimed the stranger, as he gaped around the room. With a strong British accent, the stranger said, “This place looks really nice.” As he continued to look around, he set the tray on a drawer. Narrowing my sharp eyes at him, I asked, “And who the bloody hell are you?” He appeared to be a little younger than I was.He had dark eyes, a soothing grin, and short brown hair that blend

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

And if we reported anything, who in this dump of a city would give a damn? "And your Thomas?" I asked calmly. Celina gave me what I thought was her try at a pleasant grin, probably as she remembered the cash I was now carrying, but her gaze was drawn to something behind me. "Your friend is waiting for you." I spun around. As a matter of fact, Isaac was standing across the square with his arms crossed and leaning against a structure. Even though he was the oldest son of the only affluent farmer in our village, he was still slender from the winter, and his brown hair was now untidy. We were drawn to each other by a sort of darkness that lay beneath our somewhat attractive, quiet, and shy perso

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" "I am you, Isaac." "What?!" "Please don't kill me." "I would never hurt you." I approach him slowly and stroke his head; I don't know why, but it makes me feel better too. I stayed an hour waiting for the child to calm down and decide to come with me to the bedroom. "You have a nice house, Isaac." "Thank you. What's your name?" "My name is Liam." "How do you know me?" "Because I am a part of you."

She caught Santiago’s eye and flashed a toothy, predatory grin. Isaac was at the far station. He had his silver hair tied up in a chaotic knot, exposing the pale, unmarked nape of his neck. Santiago’s wolf paced behind his ribs. Isaac was wearing a loose green tunic that didn't hide his lean, athletic build, his tan legs moving with a grace that belonged on the ice. "Santiago." Isaac didn't look up immediately, focusing on the white-haired client he was grooming. "I can fit you in the chair once I'm done with Ms. Harper."

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

Then the door opened, and Simone entered with her team. She had matured in the last five years, with an added seriousness to her expression now. Still, she remained the most striking figure in any room she entered. Her gaze swept over the room before coming to an abrupt halt when she noticed me. Her eyes filled with shock and elation. Jerry, who came in behind her, also froze. Once he saw my now-flawless face and the confident air I carried myself with, his jealousy was practically impossible to hide. I calmly rose to my feet and extended my hand out, my smile professional. "Hello, Ms. Murphy. I'm Isaac Griffin, the head of tech for the Abellian region."

she said, peeking at him through her lashes. Issac tilted his head, looking away. "There's nothing much to tell you. I don't have any siblings. My father is a businessman, and I'll be taking over his business in the future. My mother is the sweetest, and I live in a place near the academy with my two cousins. They are twins. The younger one is Maddox, and he annoys the f*ck out of me, while the elder one is Theodore. An absolute nerd. But I love them like my own brothers," he said. "That's so lovely. I don't want to sound imposing or conservative, but it's just friendly advice. Cursing is not good," she said, and he chuckled.