Isadora Quagmire Couplets Novels & Stories

The man she had loved her whole life… What kind of monster was he? Lucas, oblivious to her icy gaze, kept swiping through photos, lost in a sea of memories. "Look, this was our wedding on Sunwave Islands. Remember how happy we were? "And this, in a flower field, I twirled you around. "This one, we were kissing at the top of the Ferris wheel, and you said we'd be together forever..." Gia's eyes remained emotionless. After his rambling, she finally spoke with a chill in her voice, "So what? What good are those memories now? You might as well bring back your love child to continue your legacy."

They sat across each other in the small living room. “You don’t grow poison here, do you?” Isadora asked, smelling the tea cup. Heban chuckled at Isadora’s remark. She didn’t change at all. She’s still very observant and cautious at the same time. “It’s not like I could do it to my first wife.” He teased, “What made you come here? I bet it’s not because you missed me?” “Your cheesy lines sucks. I hope you know it,” Isadora responded without sugarcoating it.

She brought my tea over and set it down. "Ms. Sinclair, do you want a private room booked for lunch?" "Yes. Bamboo Room. Table for one." "Got it." She turned and walked back out. She was quiet. She was tidy. I picked up the tea and took a sip. The sun was good outside. The gold sat warm against my skin. I touched the locket. "Mom. Another good day." THE END

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Their bodies fitting together like old legends written in living flesh. They made love right there, on the patio, with the sky dying above them and the stars beginning to be born. Isadora rode him, slow, controlled, her loose hair flying in the wind. Her hips moving in a sensual, circular, hypnotic rhythm. Her mouth open, her eyes locked on his, feeling every inch, every beat, every tremor. "You are my home," he whispered, before he came. She leaned down, nibbled his lower lip, and answered with a moan that seemed to contain all the books she would yet write.

“If it isn’t the girl with the golden spine, you ready for me to break it?” Mia walked past him without a word, ignoring the slight twitch of his brow at being dismissed. The place smelled like old, stale liquor and rusted ambition. Slade led her past the broken remnants of the underground empire into a back hallway, then into a room lit only by a single swinging bulb. And there—tied to a chair, bloodied but alive—was Isadora. Mia exhaled hard, fighting back the rush of emotion that threatened to buckle her knees. “You’ll let her go,” she said, eyes fixed on Slade. “I came. Just like you wanted.”

I will see you early for the lecture tomorrow morning. Isadora nods, and Professor Miles finally lets her leave. However, his mind is distracted for the rest of the day as he tries to work out how or why she didn’t conceive a pup and whether it was the Moon Goddess's decision not to bless them with one yet or if Isadora herself had a hand in why.

I gasped in effect. “Oops! I didn’t see you there. I think I know why my belly hurts now. The garbage was coming.” Isadora giggled wickedly. I huffed, dusting off the water. My first thought was to walk away, but I felt the urge to say one last thing to her. “Don’t you feel miserable?” I inquired. “What did you just say?” “I didn’t speak gibberish. Aren’t you disgusted by the life you have chosen? Living every day of your life to put someone else down just to prove a point. That is misery on display.”

She exhaled cigar smoke straight up into the air, watching the ash drift. “Read it,” Valentina purred, flipping the black card toward Isadora. The words were handwritten in deep red ink: “Get on your hands and knees. Crawl to each of us. Kiss our thighs. Call yourself what you are.” Isadora’s breath hitched. She was already naked. Already exposed. Already dripping with their filth. But this? This was surrender. Valentina leaned down and smacked her ass. Hard. “Let’s go, Number Four.”

ISADORA POV Surely, everyone shall have a bite of fate’s sledgehammer… No matter how much I called her name wishfully, how fast I ran, how much I called her name, one reality had refused to sink in… Isadora , my friend, was gone… It will surely take me a long time to finally accept and live with this reality. As I walked back to the room, I reminisced on her last words to me… “If fate gives us another chance, we shall meet again.”