Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

"Director Thorne, are all your thoughts focused on gossip like this?" Director Thorne trembled all over. "N-no, Vice President. I am absolutely loyal to the company, diligent, and never slack." A cold smile crept into Lysander's eyes. "These internet photos have an uncertain origin. How can you be sure that the person in them is Isabella Rivera? They look doctored, with even the door frames in the room appearing crooked. Plus, the scene mostly shows a few men, and the woman's face isn't visible. How can we be certain it's Isabella Rivera in these photos?"

It was Issac leaning against his Mustang. She opened his profile, and to her surprise, it was public. She scrolled through his posts, which were very few; a couple of them were black and dark aesthetic blurred pictures of him. One picture of the fighting ring in particular caught her eye. There was a picture in which he was standing with two other guys. They looked almost identical, and they were as handsome as him. She read the caption, which had a hashtag brothers. Issac had brothers?

After looking at the front page, he smiled when he saw a photo of Isabelle with Isaac. Isaac looked very handsome in the photo with a clean face without a beard on his face, and Isaac's face looked younger than it did now. "Papa and Isabelle." Isabelle said as she pointed to a picture of her and Isaac when Isabelle was one and three months old. "Isabelle is so beautiful, her face looks exactly like papa Isaac." Calista muttered. Then on the next page he could see photos of Isabelle from time to time until now, and finally a photo of the black dragon members when Isabelle was three years old.

Next to it? A photograph. One was a faded photograph of a girl laughing, her eyes bright. Her hair whipping in the wind. The next was a current photo. Isabella, leaving Jaxon Corp with Damian Knight And a note scrawled in ink: Phase One: Complete.

Nancy looked horrified. “These people are insane.” I leaned back against the couch tiredly while she scrolled. Then suddenly her expression shifted. “Oh my God.” Something cold slid down my spine. “What?” Nancy hesitated. That hesitation terrified me more than words. “Nancy.” Slowly, she turned the screen toward me. Paparazzi photos filled the page. Isaac and Kara. Outside Cartier. Leaving together this morning. Kara smiled brightly in the photos while Isaac stood beside her looking irritated by the cameras.

Rosaline hesitated. Then nodded. Well that was easier than I expected… So I guess Krisdana and Lucien's issue was resolved… now it has to do with Carly and Luca and whatever secret that April was hiding.

TAKEN fifty one Stella didn't have a choice this morning, Marcus has gone mute since last night, he wasn't trying to stop her from abortion. She didn't believe that's what he really wanted, but it was all for her own good in some type of way. If Marcus wasn't stopping her, it definitely means he was going to accept her after she got rid of the baby. There was still hope somewhere. She had woken up as early as possible before Marcus woke up, She had dressed and left him a note about her visit to the hospitality. She hoped he reads it on time and stops her.

Marco commented but Albert had nothing to say. The room finally felt like it had a source of lightning and Isabella could finally see that Albert was not completely unharmed there was a patch of Red that she hadn't noticed until now on his forehead which was probably due to how Marco had banged him on the table when he found him trying to violate her.

He looks older than us. " Iam Sydney Marin and she's Leona Lewis. You can tell our species from our uniform. So what about you?" I asked seeing his black uniform. " A warlock. A third-year student but you can call me Issac," he smiled charmingly brushing his fallen hair on his forehead. " Okay, Issac. Iam happy to have you in our group but I have a doubt. You are a third-year student then why are you..." I trailed off when he explained the reason before I finish my question.

The mix of anger and a broken heart had made it seem like her only choice, but… Was she really about to do something like that? However, before she could even reflect on that question, the door opened and, suddenly, Isaac was there, making her swallow hard. He was wearing just sweatpants and a towel around his shoulder. His dark blond hair was still damp and, to her surprise, his chest was not just covered in muscles and tattoos, but also scars, some so deep that not even the ink could hide. It was probably the result of the accident he got into after driving drunk when they were teenagers, but still…