Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

I added, my eyes falling onto his arm once more, "Not the other way around." He will never get my need to leave and be as far as possible from everyone. Isaac didn't break me physically, what he did wasn't anything new. The physical pain goes with time, I know it, I am used to it. Isaac succeeded only because he broke my mind when he forced me to face the darkest most twisted part of myself, and I don't think I can ever come back from that. I don't think I can accept just how corrupted I am.

He asks snapping me somewhat back to my senses "Yes I'm-" i began then immediately turned around facing Isaac's mangled body "Issac" i say touching him with shaking hands "No no no no no please issac please wake up" i beg tears beginning to fall from my eyes I watch as Isaac's body shifted from its animal form back to human, he had deep gashes all over his body that could all kill him but the worst was the one in his stomach. Tears flooded my eyes as i gently cradled his upper half in my lap, i couldn't let this happen i couldn't let him die. With that in mind i grabbed a piece of broken glass off the floor that came from the dresser isaac had slammed into when he was thrown back into the ro

“Did he hurt you?” “I’m fine.” He gently peeled my hands off him and stepped back. “The guy didn’t do anything, he just wanted to talk.” “Talk?” My voice shot up an octave. “What did he say? What did he want?” Isaac shrugged as he spoke. “He said he was looking for someone, then he showed me a picture of you. Well—of Evangeline. I recognized you right away.” My stomach dropped as he went on.

’ Trembling slightly, his hand extended, he showed the phone to Isaac. Isaac locked his gaze on the pretty woman in the photo, and his emotions were shrouded in secrecy. He focused intently on every detail, every feature, every curve. The heavy silence hung in the air while Isaac's haunted eyes hunted for almost the very soul of the woman in the picture. Adrian could do little but watch in horror, his heart beating so hard against his chest that it threatened to burst. Could it actually be possible? That Isaac's sister, and his wife, were the same person? They seemed to hang in the air waiting for an answer.

The soft breathe of Isla echoed off the wooden-paneled walls of the elite Swiss boarding school’s records room. Isla stood frozen in front of the grainy photograph she had unearthed. It also had a school ID photo, digital but printed and photos of Aaric. Their son. Even with the new name Noah Costa printed beneath it in blocky type, Isla knew. Every instinct in her body screamed his name. She pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, the photo still gripped tightly in the other. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor in the narrow hallway just outside the records room, back against the wall.

But Viktor held up a hand, stopping her. "Not yet," Viktor said. "Isabella and I need to finish our conversation first." Isabella's gun swung wildly between Viktor, me, and Dante. "Stay back! I still have the photo! I can still destroy the Morettis!" "The photo means nothing," Viktor said, pulling something from his coat. It was another photograph. Adifferent one. He held it up so Isabella could see. "Because I have this." Isabella's face went white. The image showed a younger Isabella, standing in a laboratory, holding a vial of clear liquid. In the background was a man's body on a gurney.

When his gaze landed on me, I froze. For a moment, the world around us seemed to disappear and the bond between us crackled like a live wire. “You ran from me. Didn't you, sweetheart?” he asked and I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, another tall being pulled my attention. A young man stepped forward, he also had the same golden-brown eyes as Alpha Kieran and they locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. Elain. I didn't know what was going on inside of him as his expression was unreadable, but I could feel the pull and the bond tying us together.

And now, I could feel his breath on my lips. “Stay with me.” He said instead, I frozed. “What was that?” “Be with me for a while before you leave again.”he said, his words coming out tenderly and quietly. Before I leave again? I never left. Was he hallucinating right now? “Please, Lora. Don't go.” He muttered out, shutting his eyes once again. I furrowed my brows, confused. Lora? Who was Lora? I felt a sudden jolt as his hands landed on my cheeks. I shrugged it off, trying to brush off the unexpected touch, and swiftly stood up from his bed.

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.