Oscar Isaac Characters Novels & Stories

It turns out that Balbazor had been completely eradicated from their earlier attack and now what was left of him was only Isaac. “W- why… can’t you accept me…” the groan of Isaac didn’t sounded like words but they could still make do with it and comprehend him. “You … said y- you are my ally, Master.” “I am but are you still the same of your own self, Isaac?” Gallahan questioned. He looked down at the talking corpse not as a horribly disfigured being, instead he sees it as the poor child that he had saved too late. Rose could only watch the scene, feeling it heartbreaking even though she felt enraged by what Isaac had done.

I quickly looked away, taking a big gulp of my wine. Seemingly oblivious to my tension, Isaac launched into an explanation of progressive taxation based on income size after that. Surprisingly, it was detailed, thoughtful, and actually made sense. It was also oddly compassionate for a man who had tried to have me fucking murdered. Had Isaac truly changed? Was I wrong about him? No. I couldn’t let myself think that way. The man had tried to have me killed. He’d wanted my baby cut from my womb. I had to remember that, no matter how compelling he seemed now.

It has to be real. Isaac lifts his head tall and in that moment I can see the man that my mother fell in love with. He is strong and proud. Though he might be aging now, he looks the way an Alpha should. “I will do what I need to do to protect my family and my country,” Isaac says. “Even if that costs me my life. I’m not afraid to… to…” His voice breaks as he begins violently coughing. Wyatt, at once, takes his arm and guides him to the couch to sit down.

Isaac added, and then lifted his eyes to Jessie. “Why do you say that?” Her voice was very comforting. It was like a hug from someone that you loved, or missed. “I don’t have free will. I’m a goddamn puppet,” Isaac let out a small scoff. “I do everything my family says. I follow all the rules and standards set for me because I’m the heir to billions of dollars worth of businesses. I am so far from being normal that the word mocks me.” Jessie started to realize that this guy was not like any other guy, especially considering that he was really loaded. She watched the softness in his eyes and listened to the vulnerability in his voice.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

“Although I arrived late, I was able to spot the people responsible for this from a distance.” “People?” They are more than one? Isabel thought to herself, nervously running her fingers through her loose hair, as she was in a hurry and didn’t have the time to wrap it up in a ponytail. “They were two rogues. Ignacio was one of them, but I couldn’t recognize the other rogue.” So, Ignacio is responsible for what happened at the Greenwood pack. She shouldn’t have spared his life when she killed his son. Now, her wrong decision has come back to hunt her.

However, one fateful day would herald a transformative shift. Isac exhibited a peculiar demeanor in the days preceding, exuding an aura of aloofness and detachment toward me. Initially, I endeavored to dismiss it, attributing his behavior to the weighty concerns plaguing our pack. Yet, my intuition informed me that something was amiss. One night, I mustered the courage to confront him. "Isac, what plagues you? Of late, your demeanor has been distant." He turned toward me, a guarded expression etched upon his visage. "There is something I must disclose, Alice. Something I ought to have divulged long ago."

The problem is, that only applies to children born with one blood in their veins. Isaak's father was Mustafin and his mother was Talos. He isn't a pureblood. A soft sigh passes my lips as I push away from the table. I shoot Tavin a glance, mumbling, “I figured as much.” His features soften momentarily, but just as quickly, the hard look he typically wears returns.

“If you say ‘spooky,’ I will kick you.” “I was going to say ‘romantic,’” I said. “But sure. Spooky works.” We lit a few candles and kept talking, more quieter now. We talked about nothing important, just bad dates, weird customers, her latest character’s emotional spiral. It was the kind of night I didn’t know I needed until I was in it. At one point, she asked, “What do you think Isaac wants?” I chewed my bottom lip. “To cause chaos, mostly. Maybe attention. Maybe power. Or maybe he just likes poking people.”

Jacob says, shaking his head and throwing the now sweat-stained t-shirt over his shoulder. “What?” Cayden, Bree, Jacob and I all say unison. Even when we’re not actively using the mind link with each other, we’re still linked to each other. I love my leadership team. “He’s right, Alpha. We had the scent, we had it, we had it but instead of slowly starting to fade, like Gamma Bree said, it just suddenly disappeared.” Tasha explained, her already big, brown eyes, now the size of dinner plates.