Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

Sorelle and her whole group of maids turn completely pale like white winter snow in one microsecond. The wolf speaking the truth is Isolde Grimfen, the most quiet, low omega maid inside the fortress, and it is super obvious to my brain that her heart had to summon every single ounce of puppy courage just to say those words out loud. Now, with every eye in the hall staring straight at her skin, her limbs are visibly trembling with fear.

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.”

She was nothing and would never mean anything to her mum. Growing up, she had done everything to get her mum to like her but the result never varied. And each time she tried to run, she landed herself in bigger troubles. Now she had to lean on her mother because her witch mother made sure no company would offer her a job, even if it was as low as a cleaning service. “I am sorry.” Isadora apologized, and Mrs. Margaret let go of her ear with a push, the hatred still glimmering in her eyes. *

I doubt she’ll find fault with his mate, though. “Luna. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Isadora bowed her head. My cousins 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.” Crista nodded, shaking her hand. Perfect, she remembered who they were. I’m assuming Papa or Chesed gave her the rundown on the family tree.

Moses wore his headphones, but the angle of his head said he was listening to them, not the music. “Three candidates,” Miriam said suddenly, fingers pausing mid-keystroke. The atmosphere sharpened like a blade being drawn. “Professor Gregory Kent,” she continued. “Disciplined. Ex-military. Favors confrontation over negotiation.” Joy rolled her eyes. “So, loud and useless.” “Madame Isadora Vale. House Elect’s strategist. She’ll come in quiet. Try to manipulate from the inside.” “Ugh,” Mika muttered. “She’ll start meditating in the living room and light candles like we need cleansing.”