Iss Stories Novels & Stories

“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"

Send me something else or the deal is off. The reply came back almost instantly, making her phone vibrate against her palm like a warning. - If you want the deal to hold, you wear what I offer. No more questions. Be fast, I’m waiting in the garage or I go find Finn. Rissa looked at the clock. It was already 9:00pm. The house was deathly quiet, the house workers mostly retired to their quarters, and Finn had told her he wasn’t returning home tonight. She looked at the dress, then at the door, then at the photo of her and her husband by the bedside.

“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.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

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…

The silence in the study was profound, broken only by the ragged sounds of their breathing as it slowly returned to normal. Isabella lay between them, a limp, sweat-sheened doll on the stained Persian rug, feeling the cooling trails of their cum leaking from her ravaged holes. The scent of sex, salty and musky, hung heavy in the air, a permanent tattoo on the room’s previous austerity. Her body throbbed with a deep, satisfying ache, a catalogue of bruises, bites, and the profound stretch of her most intimate places.