Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

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…

A different me. Laughing, laughing, liking... Loving him. I breathe and rip my arm away. The moment his touch is gone, the pictures fade, but the mark stays, haunting me. No. No, it can’t be real. He watches me carefully. "You saw it, didn’t you? You remember now." I shake my head furiously. "That wasn’t real. It’s some trick...some illusion." His smirk returns. "Deny it all you want, but the truth is already breaking inside you. And soon, you won’t be able to ignore it."

Isaac pov I woke up with a headache. My head is buzzing like something is continuously running inside my head. I shake my head and open my eyes. When my eyes meet the early morning sun, I observe the room in which I spent the best night of my adult life. Yes, although hangover is still looming over my head, I vividly remember myself floating in shores of pleasure. Ah, now I remember. I am here to attend Luna's ceremony. I arrived late, some random cliche of Alpha Gerad tried to seduce me, she made me drink liquor, I was knocked out, and I entered this room. All memories are flooding into my head thanks to my wolf. But why was he silent? Anyway, then she acted innocent, but I made her regret

Marcus often found himself cringing at Isaac's attempts at humor, but he couldn't deny that Isaac's hacking skills were unmatched. A picture of a girl was noticed by Issac. He glanced at Marcus and at the phone and at his friend again making him irritated and he snapped " WHAT!" "Dude, this is a picture of a girl." Issac pointed, turning the phone screen at him showing the obvious. "I know. So get your fucking laptop and start your shit." Marcus groaned impatiently, emphasizing the urgency of the task at hand. To say Issac was shock would be an understatement. He was in disbelief that his friend was asking him to track some chick, he was yet to share with him.

Elsa "I Armnado Luca, this day reject you, Elsa Roland as my mate" These were the words of Armando, my mate or rather my Ex mate now. It was my twentieth birthday and everything was going smoothly before this happened. Ironically, the party was hosted and organized by Armando unknown to me that he had a hidden agendum. Tears filled my eyes on hearing this and I stared deeply into his eyes and I saw no remorsefulness in him but rather he looked all serious.

"My mother left it to me." Her expression did something I hadn't seen on Issy's face in the months I'd known her. She was the steadiest of Rafe's trackers, composed in a way that went all the way down—not performance, not discipline, but genuine still water. What moved across her face now was not composure. It was something very close to alarm. "Issy." I kept my voice level. "What is it?" She crossed to the shelf. She did not touch it. She studied it with the professional attention she brought to everything, her eyes moving over every carved surface, and then she stepped back.

I balanced the tray in one hand and went to table six. By the time I stepped out of the restaurant, I was too exhausted to walk back home, yet too broke to call a cab. I laughed at how pitiful my life was. A message lit up my cracked screen. It was a text from my younger sister. [Mia]: Don't forget to eat, okay? Love you big bro. A smile tugged at my lips. My little sister, Mia, was the only reason I kept going, I would do anything to make her happy.

Yurik growled grabbing Isaac by the hair and pulling his head back. "Prolong it as much as possible." I instructed before leaving, the screams and cries muting as I shut the door behind me. A text came through from an unknown number and I unlocked my phone. 'Thank you.' ~ i hope isaac rots in hell

I mustn't run away this time; I gather courage and move forward, finding myself again in front of a body dressed exactly like me, but I can't see its face. "You can't or you don't want to see it?" "I, I can't." "Why can't you, Isaac?" "Because it hurts; I don't want to suffer." "Really, yet I see you clinging to your pain." I've heard that phrase before, "You are..." Behind me, someone is crying; I turn slowly to see who it is. "It's me!" "Isaac, why did you do this to us?" "I haven't done anything." "Look again, see what you've done."

A photo. Isadora, draped in black silk, standing in front of a burning building—one of Rafael’s old training outposts on the outskirts of the city. Her lips curled into a smirk, eyes staring directly into the security camera that captured the shot. Beneath it, just one sentence: “Your city. My turn.” Rafael didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But something shifted in the air around him. The calm before the real storm had shattered.