Isaiah Ayala Novels & Stories

Rosa forcefully swings the door open machetes slung over her back her eyes bloodshot. “You appear as if death devoured a cracker and expelled you " she remarks, placing a plate of chilled pernil before me. "Consume it. Afterwards explain why the bodega cat just hissed at its image.” I do not eat. I swivel the screen to face her. The frozen frame of Alexander glitches. For one frame (one single frame) his face isn’t his. It belongs to Isla. Five years old. Eyes red. Grinning as if she’s aware of something we're n’t.

Fuck? "Totoo yan buds and her youngest son is just 16," hindi makapaniwalang sabi ni Isaac at sumandal sa sofa, "and you buds," hindi niya agad tinapos ang sinabi niya at napapailing na lang, "you screwed a 16-year old guy and your soon to be step-son."

Finally, the toothless man snatched the pouch, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. “This ain’t over, fancy pants,” he growled, before grabbing his cronies and stomping out of the tavern. The room erupted in cheers, a wave of relief washing over the patrons. Annalisa, however, remained frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Who... who are you?” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. I took a deep breath. This was the hard part. “Someone who cares,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in making sure you get a fair shake.”

~Avia Isaiah's fingers press gently into my jaw, turning my head around so he can examine my face. Kit's hit has left a mark, which I've thankfully covered with makeup, although by the seething anger simmering in Isaiah's gaze, some of it is still visible. It's not good, considering it's Tai's wedding day to Elise, and important people will be present. But by the end of the ceremony, it won't matter. "I'm going to kill him," Isaiah growls softly.

“Isaiah, why are you still acting? I know you’ve been here from the beginning. Since this is the case, we don’t need to act anymore. “Truth be told, Hail was already my woman to begin with. Who the f*ck do you think you are, you think you are still the young master of the Yoder family? Craving something out of your league, you want to steal my woman?” Isaiah turned around, his expression was ferocious yet also full of despair. He did not look at Lucian, but instead directed his gaze to Hailey and asked, “Why did you do this to me?”

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa

Elijah says helping me up from my chair. I didn't even notice he was trying to get me up until I was on my feet, I was so infatuated in the scene before and my thoughts, I hadn't realized. "Oh, well then, I'll see you"Alberto says waving us off. Elijah made sure to pull me close to him as we walked away and toward the way of the staircase. I was about to ask him a question but he beat me to the answer. "He's a drug dealer, one of the most ruthless in Italy, he knows who are, he just tried to mark you"Elijah says in a low voice as he strode us up the staircase.

Now he’s caught up. “I’m Lexia,” someone says from behind me, making me jump. Turning on my heels, I see that standing beside Grayson, it’s a girl. Pretty, tall, blonde, she stares at me with nothing but kindness in her eyes. “It’s nice to meet you Abella, even if we don’t have much time to become acquainted.” “What’s going on?” I question. I know of Lexia, as Alpha Grayson’s mate. She is the Luna of this Pack, and of equal importance. I’m not sure why she has any interest in getting to know me.

Until he let greed take a hold of him. “Hello, father.” Lyla Isaiah’s hands shook around the device as the rlm fell into a deathlyrlm fell into a deathly silence. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Can't do that.” “Achilles,” I rolled my eyes at the pussy, “I need to do this.” Achilles studied me silently, then nodded. I took the phone from Isaiah, and dialed the digits I had learnt since I was 10. The phone rang for a second, then clicked. “Hello?”

Carlos pov **moaning*** ahh, fuck yess yesss daddy groaning,.... hmmm, yes, that's my bitch, hmmm I said I'm pure ecstasy who's p**** is this huh it's yours zaddy.... shitttt oh fuck kkkk yess ss sss ************************************************** that was quick said Isabella and you seemed distracted, is this about my sister again "NO!! ITS NOT" Geez Carlos I was just asking a question, no need to get all defensive Isabella Said her hands in the air