Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

My feet feel unsteady beneath me as the warmth of our surroundings is replaced with a cold, dark, cave-like area. There are people walking to and from areas of the cave. Some writing at tables, others lighting candles and whispering something near them. They all look like me. Their hair is white like mine, and their eyes are nearly transparent blue as well. I scan the room until my eyes land on her. Kathrine showed me plenty of pictures for me to memorize, and I would know her from a mile away. "Your mother's power will be lost with you. The last of the ice coven."

I was looking for Annalise, with all her quirks and fire and infectious laughter. “I appreciate the offer, Anne,” I said, gently pulling away. “But I’m perfectly content with a little… quirkiness in my life.” A slow smile spread across my face, genuine and unwavering. Isabella’s carefully constructed facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise flitting across her eyes. Then, with a toss of her head and a haughty laugh, she sashayed away, leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her perfume and the weight of her unspoken challenge.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

The air carried layers of scent: mildew from the foundations, old paper from forgotten documents, and something sharper—ink that had never fully dried, magic that had never been properly contained, power that moved with the weight of deep water. Isadora had slipped from her rooms with the practiced stealth of someone who had spent half her life moving quietly through spaces where she was not entirely welcome. As a girl in her family’s capital estate, she had learned to navigate corridors filled with her parents’ guests, their voices carrying fragments of deals she was not meant to hear. As a writer working under the name Mira, she had learned to disappear into coffee shops and libraries, wat

She was still in the ravaging stages of their relationship wanting as much of him as she could get when no one was looking. Mary and Quintaya were also together quite a bit. They were both very quiet-natured still remaining in a bit of a shell around others, but they really liked spending time together even if it was not just physical. They found they had lots of interests in common from certain books to games, not just ballet. Quintaya had a powerful natural beauty to her that even Isabella was curious about. She could not remember seeing her parents, and she had a hard time trying to figure out where she got all of her features. To Isabella, she had the perfect body not just for dance but

Mike got to his room and flipped her on the bed and started to undress. "You think you are stubborn, no one will save you from here". "Please don't hurt me, why are you doing this? What did I do wrong?". "Nothing dear, I just found you attractive and I can't resist it anymore". "Please don't, am just a child, please don't hurt me!".She sobs. "Don't worry, I will be gentle".He smirked and bounced on her struggling to tear her clothes. Isadora let out a loud scream struggling with him and then the door went open revealing Mrs. Agatha's face.

Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports.

Roy said to Maya as he looked at him with blank eyes. " Come In this jar and come out of here, with me, " She said as he turned himself into the fog before taking the shape of the tornado; maya was sacred for a second but then she knew this was her Roy, he can never hurt her. He got himself in the jar; ' Move ' the words formed on the surface of the jar; Maya balanced her trembling self as she sneaked out of the campus, entering the house she went straight to the bedroom to check if Ash was awake by any chance but he was not.

I froze. It was always about a guest when he would suddenly order me to clean up quickly. Was it Ruby? Was it Sadie? Was it Rebecca? Was it another female? We had reached the kitchen, and there was a slim and short woman standing by one of the countertops. She had an apron and a chef’s hat under her black outfit that looked like surgical scrubs. A chef? A caterer? Who was this special guest? “Homer, meet Winston, Winston, meet Homer.” Dominic said as he pointed around, “Homer, I need this kitchen squeaky clean as soon Winston is done with here.”