Isaiah Ayala Novels & Stories

“That’s your way in.” Alexandro gave the order. The crew shifted into motion. The ship followed the path laid before them, heading into the unknown. Every soul on board was aware—this was no ordinary island. This was a place untouched by time, veiled in shadows, protected by beings older than kingdoms. It was a place of monsters and myths. Serena was on that island. And they would find her. The journey ahead would take two more days. Everyone on the ship knew the risks. Soldiers cleaned their weapons and prayed to the moon. Jacob and Edward shared strategies with Kiara. Nivera rested between her spells. And Alexandro remained at the helm, eyes never leaving the horizon.

Isaiah suddenly cries with joy, struggling to try to stand up, but the anaesthetic is already starting to work and his legs lie on the floor unmoved. The medication works quickly and soon Isaiah is lying between us on the blanket, the biggest grin on his face as he chats to his invisible mate. When his eyes start to close, I wait, ensuring he really has gone before we move onto the next stage. Refilling the syringe, I give him two more doses and he finally succumbs to sleep, his mates name the last coherent word he says. Flame checks for a pulse, smiling sadly as she lays his hand over his chest.

She snapped, stopping me “if my son did not teach you…” “That is enough, mother” Alexei snapped, stopping her. Isabella’s eyes widened in surprise, and seeing as her son was now letting out low growls, she knew that she had taken things a bit further than she should have, at least in terms of him being an Alpha. “You are defending a slave against your own mother?” She asked, glaring at him. Isabella pushed him back, her push not moving Alexei as he stood in front of her, watching her “you, my own fucking son, my first born, are defending a slave…”

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

Kailangan kong malaman ang mga bagay-bagay at sasamantalahin ko na ang iniisip niya na nawalan ako nang alaala. “Sino nga pala ang nakatakdang ikasal sa akin?” tanong ko sa kanya. Agad naman s'yang sumagot, “Si señor Aiden. Ang anak po ni Heneral Robert Miller. Kababata po ninyo si Aiden… sa katunayan ay umamin s'ya sa'yo kaya ipinagkasundo kayo ng inyong Ama,” sabi nito sa akin kaya agad naman akong napatango.

Fatima pushed in the conference room door and walked inside as Alexander followed her suit. "Look who is back guys " she announced getting everyone's attention who was peering over a map from the looks of it. After a string of happy Hi's and Hello's followed after that and Alexander told him what happened over the months everything about the cartels and Isla. By the end of it, everyone looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "You had an adventure. So this girl, Isla, the Gambino heiress She end game?" Ayesha asked as they all looked at him expecting an answer.

leave here, to head there. We just got the letter today. I think that guy was one of his trackers that gave Kayla the letter, but who knows, all I know is the letter.” We were all thinking about the same thing, well, I think we were, when the phone started ringing. Dad just sat there watching it ring. Rolling my eyes, I decided I would answer the phone, “Hello, this is the mafia family. How can I help you today? For some reason, I thought I knew who this was. Could it be this guy who knows?” “So, have you all made your decision yet?” I knew that voice; it was that guy's voice. I decided to hand the phone to my dad. “It’s that guy who gave me the letter.” Taking the phone out of my hand, he

A sad expression flashed across her features, as she finally remembered what happened. "By the way, I am Elijah Grayson. The CEO of the known NexaSphere. And... here's your ID, sorry that I need to borrow it for a bit, 'cause it's just really needed a while ago. So... you are Isabella Villanueva?" Elijah asked patiently as he handed back the ID. Isabella nodded, and then take her ID. Elijah then sit on the chair beside her.

As her aura slowly eased it became easier to breathe. Narissa is the first-born Steward. She holds a strength and title that I could only ever dream of, one that probably would be able to match Zander’s or even his father’s. My strength is nothing compared to what she has. I will admit that a part of me is jealous, but only in the sense that Father kept such an important part of our family away, one that I would have loved to have known all these years.

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance