Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

She asked and I exhaled. "I don’t know. But when I do, we won’t have to worry anymore. I promise." The call cut off before we could have a longer conversation and I stood there for a moment. Then I turned back to Cassicus and handed him the phone. “Thank you." "I do accept payment in kisses, you know,” he said with a grin and I rolled my eyes. "I didn’t ask for your help!” I snorted. "No, but you needed it. And I was feeling generous."

One person he had promised to protect — Serena — and that was almost unbearably heavy. He was shaken out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. It was his beta, Owen, entered and sat before he was invited. "You sent for me?" And then Owen asked with a heart full of curiosity. “I have to see Isolde again,” Elias said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, his eyes blurred with uncertainty. "Serena refused to come back. There might be a way to reverse it, and Isolde might know how.”

“Asher? Please I— I need you.” Sage stepped in, trying to take a peep into the phone with his brows knitted. I pushed him off slightly, proceeding to ask. “What happened? And where are you?” “I— I got attacked by some thugs and—‘’ She couldn’t complete the words. All I heard in the background was a loud scream from her, and… resounding noises fired into the air before the call disconnected. I could tell what it was— a gun shot.

My wolf let out a guttural roar as the connection frayed like a dying thread. "No. No. Reya… don’t do this. Please." I dropped to the floor, blood dripping from my nose. Flashes hit me. Her smile. Our first kiss. The night I marked her. The night I broke her. Everything. Gone. And then, like the snap of a neck— The bond broke. Across the Pack Lands A howl echoed from my lungs. Raw. Broken. Final. Isaac fell to his knees beside me. "She did it..."

He couldn’t see them clearly and thought that it is because of the mask he’s wearing. And so, he removed his white hat and the white mask. Red hair and black piercing glistened under the moonlight. His olive eyes shone in the dark as he felt his body calming down. The trembles subsided and the wound is slowly healing. “It seems, I’ll live one more extra time,” Isaac, the Delta of the Wayne and the one who killed the rogue inside the comfort room, said.

“Your face was brighter. You didn’t look like someone carrying the weight of the world.” He glanced at me. “You could be Ayah Russell… without restrictions.” The room fell silent. I stared at him. “Was I really that unhappy these past ten years?” I whispered. A heavy thought crossed my mind. “Did I make a mistake somewhere?” Then I suddenly remembered something. When I checked Isaac’s phone earlier, I noticed his wallpaper. It was a photo of the two of us. That made me curious. Isaac spoke again. “I saw you at the hospital before the accident, but you didn't see me."

Isaac slowly retracted his hand and laughed it off. “I should go inside.” Isaac said, pointing at the door. He was going to leave, but Lucas caught his wrist. “You said your name is Isaac?” Lucas asked, and Isaac nodded. “You have a weird birth mark that looks like a smudged star around your left hip.” Isaac looked confused. “How do you know that?”

That wouldn’t have been fair to either of them. “Amelia?” I flinch subconsciously as he reaches out in an attempt to either comfort me or snap me from my mental jail. “I, um, how old is he? What is his name?” “He is almost 2, we called him Isiah” I can feel his gaze on me, his breaths are rapid and his heart is racing. He has absolutely no idea how I am going to react, and if I'm honest neither do i. “I really need some air to process this”

Isaac looked at the man indifferently and said to Hymen and the two bodyguards. As soon as the man was released, he yelled, "What can all this prove? I just took a few pictures. Is it something wrong?" "Of course you can take pictures." Hymen said, "But the pictures you took are all about Mr. Bai. Don't you think it's abnormal?" "I just like taking pictures!" "Sure." Isaac nodded with a smile, but his face turned tepid before he curved his lips completely. With a "bang", he slammed the camera on the ground fiercely and then waved his fist at the man.

Karl had already taken the photo. I looked at it on Karl’s phone. Issa was standing beautifully on the rock, her pink coat neat, her cheeks red from the cold, her chin lifted. Behind her, Max looked like some creature of the woods that had just crawled out of a hole, his blue eyes bright, mouth open, T-Rex in one hand. I laughed. Max smiled proudly because he thought this proved he was a comedian. Issa was immediately furious because, according to her, her “personal brand” had been sabotaged. Karl looked at me calmly.