Iss Stories Novels & Stories

This rule has always governed my life. “Fuck it!” I muttered. It was obvious that I was growing impatient. A sleek black car pulled up at the curb with a smooth purr. The driver stepped out and opened the back door and a woman emerged. She wore a stunning red gown that clung to her curves, her nipples slightly visible and her heels clicked on against the pavement as she stepped out of the car. The men on the sidewalk couldn't help but stare at her lustfully. I quickly walked to her to guard my treasure from their preying eyes.

She pulled something out of the closet, placing it behind her so that I wouldn't see as she walked closer and asked in a slow and deliberate tone, “ Tell me, Isla, what did you dream about? Why do you look so broken?” Her question made me pause for a moment, this made me realize that she had seen me for myself without me realizing or… I didn't care. But I had to care. “ Nothing.” I muttered. She smiled, saying, “ I know.” She pulled out the object that was behind her, in her other hand was the key and the left was a dildo. It looked like a frozen dildo. “ Let's see if you can buy your freedom or remain locked as my slave.” Her words made my mind spark with interest, thinking about ways to tr

“We’re your family, Tessa.” Tessa dropped her chin and glared at Isoke, then flicked her head back and forth as an evil smile turned up on her lips. “She told you, she’s an Idrissi.” As Haldir came to his children’s side with his ax at the ready, Billy chuckled to himself as he closed the doors behind him. “Like shooting fish in a barrel.”

Isaacs POV/// I got up in the morning before the first sunlight, placing a small kiss on my sleeping mates cheek and carefully left the bed. After my morning run I took a quick shower in my room and got to work. We may won the east coast back but I am sure as hell that the quietness is just temporary and soon enough we will get the backfire. After I read some reports and talked to some other Alphas about the situations and of course about the rumor of a mistress, that already spread across the whole supernatural world. I have no fucking qlue how it spread so fast and where it all started but everyone is on high alert thinking Isabella is more a threat then the Berserkers and witches. To conv

I scoffed, rolling my eyes in disgust. Miles' gaze softened a little as he turned to Issa. “What have you done this time?” “She thinks I’m a liar, making up stories just so that I can get close to her,” Issa replied, not taking his eyes off the floor. “Stories about what?” Miles demanded. “She does not remember going to the garden,” Issa replied. Miles gasped as he heard Issa’s words before the look on his face morphed into one of terror, almost like he had seen a ghost.

I fucking doubt that. More confused than ever, I allow Professor Carla to drive me back to the school and I left her at the parking lot after she had told me my training starts next week. Walking back to my locker, I realize too late that I had not even asked her about the moon madness. I guess I would have to do with the simplified history book. * * * * "She is a witch." Issy tells me as she walks the length of the cloth stacks. Very much like Issy to want to go shopping after a long day at school. I can't say no to her request though, she is my only confidant here.

"It's crazy" "Hold on...How?When? Where?You didn't tell me anything? We're soul..." "Oh hell,don't start with that, I'm not going to discuss my sex escapades with you because you've this weird soulsisters anthem" "Then how did you get laid?" Isabelle study her with a frown. "None of your business" "How did you get pregnant?" "How?how?really?,I got pregnant the same way you did and that's not the problem,the problem is you know it"

He was sitting on the edge of his massive, dark bed, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, deliberate movements. “I’ll go straight to the point,” Rissa started, her voice shaking despite her efforts to stay cold. She didn't move far from the door. “Forget about that night. It was a mistake and I won’t say a word to anyone, and you won’t either. We pretend it never happened, and we go back to our lives. That’s the deal.”

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…