Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

She moved towards me, leaning against the nightstand beside me, an evil grin taking over her expression. My eyes met hers. They no longer held malice and animosity in them but were her usual soft brown eyes. She looked exactly like the Miriam I knew and loved as my stepmom. It wouldn't have been hard for me to believe everything that had happened was just a work of my imagination but being bound to a chair made me realize without a doubt that it was all real.

She was tall, French-Algerian, with the kind of cheekbones that made you feel personally attacked, and she sat down next to Theo with the easy confidence of someone who'd never walked into a room and felt unwelcome. She looked at Theo and smiled. He smiled back. I stabbed my food. Isadora sat across from Adrian. She had this way of talking with her hands when she was excited about something, and she was apparently excited about rune-assisted vehicle modifications, which was the exact thing Adrian had opinions about, and within three minutes they were deep in a conversation about theoretical applications of stabilizing runes to suspension systems.

This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end.

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Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine! "Once she's dead, I can finally become his mate." Mom stumbled back, dazed. "She's gone mad…" she murmured. "Zora, my poor daughter… I'm so sorry!" Her eyes rolled back, and then she collapsed. Dad silently caught Mom in his arms. His presence grew imposing as he glowered at Laila and snarled, "From now on, Zora is my only daughter. As for you, you're disowned. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be my daughter!"

“Stop. One more step and you’ll be vapor.” We froze. Freya stepped forward. “Kane Richter. It’s Freya Murn.” Silence. Then: “You bring shadows with you.” “We bring truth.” “Truth died years ago,” he growled. “What you bring is unfinished war.” I stepped forward. “My name is Isla Ventris. Daughter of Clara Ventris. And I carry her last code.” There was a long pause. Then a buzz. The door creaked open. Inside, dust thickened the air like smoke. Old tech, scrap parts, surveillance feeds blinking like eyes lined the walls.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

“You won’t hurt me or you will lose your daughter and my son. Be a good girl Sadie and just come with me?” “Them? Who the fuck is them?” I snapped. Oh my god, is there more out there like Sadie? Does my father have these people? What in the actual fuck was going on? My head started to spin. All of a sudden was pinned against the wall. Sadie turned and looked at me. Then this young girl came walking into the room and went to stand next to my father. Her eyes never leaving mine. “I’d like for you to meet cadence. Cadence is like you Sadie. Only I think she is stronger than you. Say hello, Cadence.”

As soon as he had untied her wrists, Isadora grabbed her bag, ran to the door, opened it and quickly made her way through the halls to the gym’s female bathroom. Once inside, she made her way over to the shower stalls, turned on the hot water, stripped and then stepped in. She washed her body, removing Professor Miles’ scent as much as possible before focusing between her legs, removing her menstrual blood that was mixed with his semen from the inner of her thighs.