Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

It was a mixture of fear and respect, and she knew that he was someone important in the vampire world. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the far end of the hall. Steve tensed, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowd. He could sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then he saw her. A tall, elegant woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes was making her way towards them. Her name was Isadora, and she was one of the oldest vampires in the city. Steve had never trusted her, and he knew that she had a reputation for being ruthless and manipulative.

’ Isa vowed to continue her plan tomorrow, since the two companies have two days vacation at her father’s resort. About to take a step, Isa heard a woman’s voice behind her. “Hey, you.” Isa turned around to the woman who called her with disrespect. She saw a woman with black long hair, rounded small eyes, pointed nose and little freckles on her cheeks. Isa tilted her head, recalling where she saw her and remembered that she is the woman who went closer to Adira and told her that she must take a call. ‘Adira’s minion?’ Isa thought. Even if she has an idea who she is, Hansel still asked, “Who are you?” Then she forged a smile on her lips.

I was completely satisfied when I saw her mother leave the house, it was only a few days after my conversation with Ross and soon Emma had abandoned Amber. A few more days and she no longer had a single dollar to eat, I noticed through the photos that Adam sent me that she soon began to lose a little weight, I want revenge, but I'm not that cruel, I asked him to find a way for her to accept a few purchases, something that would last for at least a week and soon this was resolved, I talked to Clara about her and bingo. The trap was set.

Ira was astonished to a level that she couldn’t form a normal sentence. “Isabella Evandor Adino”

Her face was pale. “Mitchy…” Isadora whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I can’t. I don’t even know what I am supposed to do up there.” Mitchell let out a warm, encouraging smile. She gently placed her hands on Isadora’s shoulders, giving her a reassuring nudge. “You don’t have to know what to do, Dora. Just walk up there and be yourself. Go, you’ve got this!” Isadora swallowed hard, bracing herself. She took a deep breath, forcing her trembling knees to lock, and muttered, “Okay.”

Rodrigo gulped down a glass of whiskey, not having the will to go against his mate on this subject. “Thanks, mom.” Isabel hugged her mom tightly, smiling to herself. It was moments like this that makes her thank the moon goddess for not giving her a dominant werewolf for a mother.

He shot me a wink—a gesture so flippant it was insulting—and disappeared into the hallway, already mentally back in his world of filters and followers. The room emptied until it was just the medical staff, the dying Chairman, Isadora, and myself. Isadora stepped toward me. Up close, her beauty was even more intimidating—sharp, regal, and entirely unbothered by the chaos. She extended a hand, her grip surprisingly warm. "So, you are the famous Ella Monroe," she said, her voice carrying a soft, melodic Parisian lilt. "My father’s letters mentioned an 'exceptional intern,' but he neglected to mention you were the prize at the bottom of the cereal box. I am Isadora."

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Would she like me? “Luna. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Isadora bowed her head. Her daughters both followed suit. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m…” she raised her head, offering her hand. “I know who you are. Isadora Petridis, Beta Female and someone Alpha calls sister. And your daughters, Zoe and Regina.” I nodded, shaking her hand. “Crista Fayte. And these are my sisters Persephone and Delilah.” I introduced making sure my handshake was firm, just as my father taught me. Isadora smiled. There was no ill intent in her smile. This woman was genuinely happy to meet me.

Isadora gritted her teeth as she jerked up from the seat and took slow yet, cautious steps towards me, narrowing her eyes at me as she walked before coming to a halt just a few feet away from me. “I know why you are here, Aurora. I am yet to figure out the games you plan on playing but, I can assure you that they are not going to work because, I, Isadora, will not sit back and watch them play out.” Perhaps, I thought, not only did Isadora's character got worse, she also developed a psychotic trait too. “Are you in need of a hug or something, Isadora?” I said and shifted an inch away from her. “Oh, drop that act, Aurora.”