Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

I could hear Donovan screaming my name as he followed me but I didn't stop for him. Adriana is fucking crazy. She might be a wolf and the daughter of the most powerful witch of this generation. But she will not survive that fall. Four stories might look like nothing but this house is built with an ancient structure. High ceilings and all that. The four stories could easily amount to seven or eight in the modern world. And that is so fucking high for a wolf. She may drive me crazy but I’m not going to let her fall to her death. Or something equally damaging.

My memory flashed back to the cage in the room below, the one with my name on it. Test subject number 1. Name: Isadora. The shock…the revelation was too much for me to handle. My brain shut down immediately, and the last thought in my head before I lost consciousness was: “I am not a real werewolf?”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

said a female voice and they all turned around to see Rashidat in the room with them. She was a pretty young lady with a low cut. She hugged Adams before facing Ichabod. “Wow. My father was right. This is remarkable. I have read so much on duality but I have never seen anything like it before. This is too good to be true.” “Well, lady, as long as I appreciate being the first of my kind, I don’t have much time left. Please can you help me?”

the suited man said. I stared at him blankly, wondering if he had gone crazy, "My name is Isadora Michaels, not Gonzales. I don't know who you think you have, but I'm not the one you're looking for. I'm just an orphan who was trying to run from The Russian Devil." He stepped closer till he was just at my bedside, "If you want to understand everything, you have to come with me, Miss_" "Michaels," I growled. Life had managed to take my parents from me, then my happiness, and my scholarship. The one thing I wasn't letting them take was my identity. I couldn't afford to lose anything else.

Her emotions overcoming her as she stood, staring into nothing. Murmurs had broken out around her as the wolves came to terms with what they had seen but she ignored them all. She turned from her past, her pain and walked back towards the alter through the water. She pulled the diadem from the crown of her head as she walked, her hair protesting as she pulled it out of place. Small waves formed from her strong movements as she strode from the water and dropped the diadem to the wet ground. Not caring for its delicate nature. Leonidas tried to grab her attention as she walked towards him but she ignored his words and motioned for Adam, who stood waiting, watching, and motioned for him to foll

I uttered nervously and scratched my eyebrow. Is this her grandmother? She looks scary, indeed! "I'm looking for Magda," I said. "I brought some food for her," I added and smiled awkwardly. I scratched the back of my head. I was devastated when her eyes narrowed as if she were reading me. "Who's Magda?" she asked confusedly. "There's no Magda here. Go away!" the old lady scolded me and turned her back. I panicked. I hold the gate quickly to avoid closing it. She stopped because of what I did.

“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.

asked Sabrina, amused. "I just won’t let you treat me! So what if I have died? I will not accept any hand out, any condescending hand out! I don’t want to accept handouts without any dignity! I don’t want it. Do you understand? How would such a high and mighty wife of a rich man like you understand how it felt for us to be living in exile? How could you understand our difficulties? In your eyes, my brother and I are robbers and are lowly people whose death would not be mourned by others, aren’t we? Then, why do you still want to treat the wound on my foot? Are you treating me as a charity case? Do you pity me? I'm sorry! I, Isadora Yeatman, have dignity. I'd rather die than to accept your h

“I’m aware.” “Then why do you act like it’s nothing?” Because showing weakness in front of her would be a mistake. Isadora Redgrave doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and she certainly doesn’t tolerate men who act like children when things go wrong. “I’m working on fixing it,” I say instead. “It’s not the end of the world, we can find a different wolf.” She stalks to the windows, arms crossed tightly. Her reflection glares back at her in the glass, regal and furious. “I should have known she’d come for him. That pathetic little thing. Tara. She must be using some kind of blood magic to control him.”