Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

Lucian’s POV: “You know each other?” Tessa looked from me to the opposing man, a confused look spread on her face. I flashed a confused look at the man holding an arrow straight to my face. It was now I was just seeing his face clearly under the flickering yellow lamp. My lips twitched with shock at the realization of who this man was. “Isaac?” I was dumbfounded. “In the flesh.” He smirked, the claw mark on his cheek contracting slightly. The claw mark that I gave him during our last fight.

“She’s haunting me. I don’t know if she’s alive or I’m going crazy!” “Then let’s kill her properly this time, even if she is not Maya and we suspect she is. She is still a treat to us” Mrs. Lynx replied coldly. “I’ll handle it.” Ray had finally done it. He had swiped Jacqueline’s phone while she was sleeping, copied encrypted messages, and sent them to Rockson to decrypt. What they found stunned him: photos of Maya at the hospital. Conversations with a man named rockson. Mentions of “the body” and “Sandra.”

His laughter stopped and something changed when he continued he look scared “They came out of nowhere” “Who” I demanded as Isaac was still focused on the clothing torn on the ground around us, his entire body was shaking and he was about to shift. “I didn’t see, a flash of light come from behind the trees, before I knew what was happening, they grabbed her, killed my men, and disappeared” he was breathing faster, his eyes started rolling into the back of his head. Isaac’s grip tightened around his throat and he pulled, ripping his windpipe out in one swift movement. The rouge fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, he deserved to suffer but I took some solace in knowing we killed the bustard

Others were smeared with lotion and god-knows-what. Pinned over her bed was a massive photo of Madden—shirtless, caught mid-laugh in one of those candid beach photos Isadora once took. His smile now stared down at them like a ghost. And beside it? Burnt photographs of Isadora. Her eyes blackened out. Some faces torn. A few still had scorch marks curling at the edges. Her name had been crossed out on several, replaced by Nyla’s. The final nail? One of the guards pulled a drawer open.

What was wrong? Hazel tried to resist, but he kissed her deeper and deeper, her eyes began to blur, and as she seemed to be losing the last ounce of her sanity. Not far away, someone had a phone and secretly took a photo of Joshua kissing her. Whoever took the picture immediately sent it to Isaac. “... Fuck!” Isaac couldn’t help cursing. Joshua was bad enough. To get him to give up on Hazel, he asked people to send him photos of them together. Who could bear it?

Isaac groaned. There were so many pictures of him and Ella from the night before. Dancing at the club, stumbling down the beach, boarding the yacht. In one particularly damning shot, someone was pouring vodka in his mouth while three women in skimpy bikinis hung off of him. “Fuck,” he muttered. This was bad. Really bad. He hadn’t actually done anything sexual, but the narrative seemed to be that Isaac had gone on an orgy bender with his alleged flame, Ella.

His face went over a dozen frowns, grimaces and twists of surprise, fear and disbelief when he realized it wasn’t a camera glitch and the sticks were lining out what was actually there. “Holy shit! It’s huge!” “Yeah, he’s big. And he needs to eat.” Isaac tiptoed into the shadows of the corner to check the second camera and approved the setting, patting Trisha’s shoulder with one of his nice smiles. “You’re hired for eternity.” We were finally ready to proceed with the cleansing.

“Mate.” The next thing I knew or heard was a loud roar and then I was pinned to the wall. In the blink of an eye, Isaac transformed from the frightening but majestic black wolf to his human form. Hair dishevelled, eyes wild and gloriously naked. He didn’t waste any time to claim my lips and under the spell of heat, I hardly resisted.