Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

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?"

"Tell us what you have in mind." The figure stepped forward, finally revealing a face veiled in intrigue. It was a woman, her eyes sparkling with a mix of intelligence and secrecy. She carried an air of confidence that intrigued and unsettled me in equal measure. "My name is Isadora," she said, her voice holding a captivating allure. "I've been watching your struggles from afar, and I believe I can help. I have resources, connections, and a plan that could turn your fortunes around."

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

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

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.