It Hurts Isaac Novels & Stories

Now it seemed, would be the time for her to find out if he could forgive her hurtful actions. “Don’t come here with that bullshit mom, I heard you clear as day, and don’t think for one second that I will be letting this go. No way in hell, now start talking!” Isaac’s eyes glowed bright green with his fury, and suddenly he knew those niggling thoughts and suspicions were correct.

“I’m sorry about what happened in your office the other day. For assaulting you like that.” I kept my face calm, though surprise flickered through me. Ivan’s beating must have knocked some sense into him after all. “I don’t think you get it,” Isaac continued, eyes heavy with regret. “I shouldn’t have hurt you when we were together either. You’re a good woman, Druscilla.” He paused, glancing nervously toward Ivan across the room. Ivan stared back with a look cold enough to freeze hell. “It’s fine, Isaac,” I said simply. “Whatever happened is in the past. It’s gone. Live well.”

"You just love the idea of someone like me—someone who was disfigured saving you, endured all the pain and misunderstandings while staying by your side, and still willingly came back to you in the end." I chuckled. "But that Isaac died five years ago. There's no way I'd ever be with you again. Your so-called attempts to make it up to me are just a way for you to feel better about yourself. But I don't need you to make it up to me. I certainly don't need your love." Simone swayed on her feet, her face ashen. "No… That's not true…" she mumbled, but even she didn't sound convinced by her words.

On the third evening, Jonathan returned with the two pups. As soon as he entered, he did something rare—he explained first. “Isabella is uniquely sensitive to pain. It’s a medical condition. That’s why we took her in first…” Leo muttered, “Yeah. Mother, you’re stronger and tougher. You don’t need us to fuss…” Finn nodded. “Aunt Isabella is too fragile. She needs us to protect her all the time.” “Enough.” My voice was calm, devoid of even a ripple. “No need to explain.”

Isaac. My stomach dropped when I saw him. His face was battered and bruised and he looked like hell. What was he doing here, in Ashmoor of all places? My traumatized mind immediately went to the worst possibility—that he had come for revenge. That he was going to hurt one of my children because Andrei had hurt him, nearly killing him and possibly even scarring him for life. I set Jane down and took a step forward. Isaac looked down at Max, then his eyes lifted and met mine. But to my relief, he didn’t look angry. In fact, he smiled.

Blinking myself back into reality, I realized he was still gripping my hand like he'd never let go. I tried to tug free—then his voice cut in, low and steady. "Isaac Irving, what are we now?" I froze. Five whole seconds just to work up the nerve. Face burning, I finally whispered—

I walked to him and told him I was sorry but it was just one night to me and I really didn’t want us to be more. I had not outright rejected Drake just in case I was wrong. If a mate is rejected they rarely find happiness in life and many do not live long after the rejection. I could not put either of us through that just in case I was wrong. Besides, I haven't finished playing my game yet. I was here to hurt him, yet when I did even the slightest I felt hurt and in pain. I wasn’t sure if I could go through with making him love me and hurting him. I needed an escape, a distraction, anything to take my mind and my heart off of Alpha Drake. I needed to think and in the meantime I would try to

, she concluded earning series of applause and standing ovations. This was just what she hoped to achieve with Escapism, it was the bigger masterpiece, it had a far greater chance. As much as Hurt In A Year was her personal stuff she didn't want to sell, that wasn't the reason. Hurt In A Year could in no way, shape or form, compete with Escapism. "Alright", Judge Mason bobbed his head up and down like a lizard. "I would also like to extend my unwavering apology to the whole board for my lack of professionalism. I can tell you sincerely that I have learnt from my mistake", Lylah apologized.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.

Issac, who treated Eric no less than a brother, asked in a concerned elder brother tone. “The only thing I know is that I got played with…It hurts even when I think about it,” His voice trembled at the end giving chills to Issac. Issac’s face crumpled, and PEace’s face came dancing into his head. She was looking down on him. Issac jerked off the thought and rubbed his temple. “Sigh...Why can I relate to you so much?” Issac mumbled. “Huh? Did you say something?” Asked Eric because she couldn’t hear him.