Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

Is this Emery? I knew Hendrix said she was horrible but I didn’t imagine her like this. He moves his face back to face the woman and says, “A pleasure to see you again, Isadora.” Isadora? Who the hell is that? But she isn’t looking at him. No, her icy gaze is settled on me. Isadora is insanely intimidating. She has a dark skin color, but her hair is as white as snow, such a contract compared to her skin color. Her eyes are an icy blue that I swear are closer to white than they are blue. And she doesn’t like me.

Cowering in front of him would only give him what he wants to see, my pain and suffering, and I won't give him that. He's already humiliated me by stripping me of my clothes ever since I was taken prisoner. “Why don't you just reject me? Tell me how I can reject the mate bond and I'll do it right now,” I tell him, my tone akin to a plea. “No—” Before he can say any more, there’s a knock at the door, and it opens. A towering woman with long wavy red hair, as tall as King Sven himself, steps inside. I recognize her, though we’ve never met — I’ve heard stories about her. She’s Isadora, King Sven’s beta, and one of the strongest warriors in the Kingdom of Māui. She gives me a once-over before sh

Let me not waste your time. I think I can at least try be happy here but trouble keeps looking for me. I mean, look how Aunt Kayla's matter has turned out. Then, I got to my new school and the queen bee had it out for me. The queen bitch's name is Kimberly. Guess what? She questioned my identity. Let me not go about telling you how the whole thing happened. That's a story for another day.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

She wore a badge that read: Linda Steele Chief Operating Officer Hollen Tower "Good morning," I greeted and she gave a warm smile, similar to the receptionist. "Good morning, what floor are you going to?" "Fifteenth." She pressed the digits that were lit, there was a swoosh movement, and I knew we were going up. I felt dizzy. I held onto the bar as I concentrated on not screaming to get out and take the stairs instead. "We're here," she said, snapping me out of my regrets. "Thank you," I managed to reply as we stepped out together.

I added hoarsely and smiled bitterly. "Why are you blaming yourself?" he asked. I laughed and looked at him. "Because it's really my fault," I replied. He stared at me then let out a deep sigh. "Your parents told me what happened. She's been kidnapped, Quennie. You are not to blame for what happened," he calmly promised. "Sister," my eight y/old sister, Quenevere, called my attention. "Yes?" I softly responded to her and bowed slightly so that our eyes were level.

The woman looked at me with disdain and said, “You've learned terrible manners from the wolves!” “Who are you?” I maintained my defensive pose. “I am the reclusive witch Isadora, the shadowy one.” She smiled proudly. “We will test your heart, your faith, and your intentions before we impart our knowledge to you, hybrid... We no longer want to contribute to corrupted souls!” “Corrupted souls?” I stared at her, raising my snout in her direction. “Are you talking about my sister, Agatha?” “The women in your family don't have a good history with us.” She shrugged.

“I did.” They spun. Blades drawn. But no attack came. A woman stepped forward from the shadows—Isadora, High Huntress of the Iron Claw tribe, one of the few who hadn’t taken sides when the war began. She was tall, severe, her dark hair braided with bones of enemies long dead. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Rhys said coldly. “Funny,” Isadora replied. “I thought the same of you, my mad friend.” Elara stepped forward. “Why now? Why reveal yourself?”

Trigger Warning: Short account of SA below. I do not support these actions, on this count, it is essential to the plot. Three women walked into the room and a man stood by the door. With rattles and clacks, Isadora was freed from the chains that bound her and she slumped into the arms of another lady, too weak to hold herself up. Isadora heard a grunt and felt herself being taken up on a shoulder. Unable to keep track from a blank mind, the next thing she could decipher was being kept in a mass of water.

Isa stood amaze at first, staring at the pictures placed in front of her, they were places of where she went yesterday, but the only thing is, Thomas was there as if they had gone out together, it was well edited that it was as if she was smiling at him. And then, the last picture was her, cuddling in on the bed, she could tell she was naked, the bedsheets covered her lower half, while her chest was covered by him, with only her back showing. "Isadora Meave Paige, what are you playing at," Sophie boldly asked, in front of everyone. With everyone looking at her with hate in their eyes, Xavier thought he would come to the rescue, he had found out their plan late at night, his secretary had wat