It Hurts Isaac Novels & Stories

Isaac stared at the sky, “I am waiting for my Master to come.” Christopher shivered and groaned. He felt the pain and the slow death frightening him more than the idea of how the world would turn to chaos because of Isaac. He pulled Isaac by the hem of his robe, tugging him. “P- Please.. just kill me.. just kill me already!” “That’s not fun,” Isaac stared at him coldly, “You have to suffer more and let me enjoy it more or everything I have done to get here will just look meaningless and silly, don’t you agree?”

Isaac: [I'll be scared out of my wits if you don't come! Tyler: [You're 14. You should learn to face it] Axel: [Lia is a girl. You should learn to protect her.] Issac: [Are you guys going to leave me here?] Tyler: [I don't know you from this moment onward.] Axel: [You should learn more from this experience.] Isaac was seething with fury, wanting nothing more than to smash his phone. He felt he couldn't rely on Liora, but to his dismay, his brothers proved to be even worse.

He nodded back just as he stepped out into the circle again and announced both myself and my opposition. A scrawny guy by the name of Isaac, stood out from the crowd, dressed with various protectors around his knuckles and knees, hoping that it would somewhat save his body parts from the pain I'd manage to put him in. I pulled my phone from my pocket and momentarily searched the empty lock screen for a message from a certain female, yet I was left disappointed again when I handed the phone to Harvey. I'd managed to channel the frustration of what I'd put Savannah through into the fight, unfortunately hurting Isaac a little more than I intended, despite his very decent yet struggled handshake

From now on, there was no going back once everything was clear. I stood there with tears in my eyes because Isaac had slapped me in the cheek, making it hurt. It felt like someone was pressing down on my chest from the inside. I didn't like him. I really didn't like him, but I also couldn't stop liking him. What did he do to me? After everything, how could he hurt me this way? I rubbed my eyes and tried to calm down. "Why, Isaac?" My voice was shaking as I whispered. "I wished you have never saved me and let me die."

I pleaded, shivering. "I hate people crossing me," he said and squeezed my wrists more tightly. "I hate when they don't obey," he added, his grip getting tighter. "I hate when they raise a voice at me," his grip made me scream in pain. "And I hate when someone dare to hit me." He added bitterly and jerked my hand away while I cried in pain, rubbing my wrists. "Please, forgive me." I cried. "Your unrequited lover didn't obey me, and he did learn a lesson." He added bitterly and I realized how Isaac was lying there unconscious. I quivered and stopped crying, thinking about him, wondering if he was alive or not.

“Do you want some water?” I shook my head in confusion. Who was this person and where was I? I ignored his words and my entire body felt as if it were burning as I struggled to get up. The pain was immense and I winced as I tried to move. Suddenly, a familiar figure came in through the door. “Don’t move,” Isaac instructed me firmly, his storm-colored eyes giving me a look of warning. “You haven’t recovered yet and if you keep moving, you’ll disrupt your healing.”

"I'm sorry, Sister; I shouldn't have fought with Marcus," Isaac said as he lay on the bed. "I told you it's not bad to fight back, Isaac, but in your situation, you should stay away. You make me nervous," Isabel sighed as she stroked her brother's hair. "Sister.. how long will I suffer from asthma? I'm jealous of my classmates who can do what they want. How can I have a girlfriend if I can't defend myself against those who fight with me?" Isaac explained, disappointed in himself.

"Why haven't you wiped these jerks out yet?" "Because they’re like gray hairs in a pelt, Santiago." Isaac sighed, a heavy, tired sound. "You pluck one, and two more sprout in its place. It’s easier to just let them go grey." "Then you shave the whole damn head and start over," Santiago snapped. "I wish the vitriol didn't burn so much," Isaac admitted, his voice dropping. "It takes a dozen 'you look great' messages to fix the hole one 'you're a slut' comment leaves. But that’s the game."

He twisted it in an odd angle, breaking his bone. Isaac's anger is driving him to hurt the evil creature at least once before he died. With his determination, finally, he clawed the creature, making it screech with pain. Neon blue coloured liquid began to ooze from his wound, which is visible to them, even though the creature is not. The creature punched and kicked Isaac with anger until he passed out with pain. Leo is looking at Isaac with sadness. He wanted to help Isaac, but he couldn't. Leo admired Isaac for his determination and willpower to not let his pain show.

“I think your fiancée would be thrilled to...” “All right, all right! Why do you mention her?!” Isaac, who interrupted him glumly, pulled a chair and sat down next to them. Hazel raised her injured wrist. “Special situation.” “Hazel, how did you get hurt? Why is Joshua so useless? Why don’t you come back with me? I promise you won’t get hurt.” Isaac rushed to Hazel. Joshua’s eyes were slightly cold, and he calmly stretched out his arms to keep him from getting close to Hazel.