Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

Alas, on the day of the musical, he was a no-show. Instead, I saw Jenny posting a photo of two concert tickets. The caption read, "I was bored, so I decided to watch a concert. It's great to have someone who is always there to accompany you on all your spontaneous decisions." Although the photo was devoid of faces, I recognized one of the hands in the photo thanks to the scar on it—it was Isaac's hand. He got that scar when he saved me a long time ago. I felt like a clown. Here I was, standing in the rain outside the theater, worried that he might have gotten into an accident of some kind.

"Then let him know that we chose the high risk." ******** Isaac was on his way to the hospital when he received a call from Tanyas' school. He had dropped her off in the morning to write an exam since she hasn't been in school for months. From her transcripts, she could continue from where she left off but she had to write the papers she missed. The reason for the call was what disturbed him. Tanya had a nervous breakdown because one of the male students touched her. Isaac was already insane. Somehow, he was grateful for it because it assured him that no one could go beyond a handshake except him.

The moment he entered the room, he noticed the swelling on Serena's face. Isaac's face turned ashen, quivering with fear. "I… You can't touch me..." Liam's tone was cold. "I asked you a question. Which hand?" Under the immense pressure, Isaac broke down, his voice cracking. "The left… It was my left hand, but I only touched her lightly—" Before he could finish, a flash of white light cut through the air. Blood splattered everywhere as Isaac's left hand was severed, flying across the room.

I grabbed the towel and wrapped myself in it before going to my bedroom. While wearing the unilateral mastectomy bra, I closed my eyes once more. I just didn't want to see it or believe it. I would rather live in lies like this, totally and completely blinded to it. After my first class of the day, Isaac ran to me. He had a bag with him and he smelled of peaches and forest lavender. “I am sorry,” He said. I raised my brows wondering what he was talking about. He had apologized for the video and how he manipulated me. That day I said I was going to try and forgive him. Thinking about it now and the tragedy that befell him, I didn't really care anymore.

He bit his lips like a boy upset with his parents and Vadim stood beside him looking the same. Isaac appeared in a flash, making Rosa gasped at him almost hitting her and held Marco's head over his lap. "Please master...don't leave..." Isaac's eyes was teary but his expression be looking like a scred little boy. Upset and frustrated. A shadow of a smile, then he grimaced in pain. " You knew the plan... " "I tried to stop it... I failed! I will be alone now..." Marco bloodied hand cup Isaac's cheek gently. Causing the tears he had tried to hold back falls down his cheek. He closed his eyes tightly as his lips trembled.

The look he had reminded Ben of his monstrous father, Robert had stopped stomping Isaac on his and Jeremih tore open his buttoned up flannel shirt exposing his pale white skin in the sun, he could hear him groan from the force which Jeremih used. The next thing that happened broke Ben and scarred him for life, it was Isaac muffled screams as Jeremih carved *FAGGOT* over his chest, when he opened his eyes, blood was all over the ground, after they were done, they ran and left Benjamin looking at a bleeding Isaac with tears flowing from his eyes. "You are a coward." Those were the last words that came out of Isaac's lips before he went unconscious. He panicked and immediately called 911.

I wish I hadn’t taken that decision that night and listened to her part of the whole story. It felt like a dark cloud was hanging over my vision. The thoughts of Imogen’s death weighed heavily on my mind. I was being so stupid and never confirmed the allegations. Callista, please forgive me wherever you are. I know you are watching from the moon goddess heaven. My head held high as I stared at the roof of the dungeon, expressing my sorrow into the night like a lone wolf in the woods. The disappointment hit me like a ton of bricks, knocking the wind out of my sails. Realizing that I had also wrongly locked Gamma Maximus up. He was supposed to be my beta instead of Garret.

“Oh I love her.” Callan groaned. “ Hazel stood again, looking at both of them like a tired teacher scolding two wild students. “I swear, you two are going to kill me before a war even starts.” Lucien raised a brow. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.” Callan rolled his eyes. “He says that, but you saw what he did to me.” Lucien shrugged, his arms crossed. “Oh please. You’re still walking, aren’t you?” “You erased my memories!”

Water droplets are dripping down from his heavy pecs on the floor, and it's not until he tilts his head that I realize I'm not breathing. He has recently showered, and I decide it was worth coming here. He is beautiful, but by the looks of it, also extremely irritated. "Good evening, Miss Ellis," Oh no. "Hi..." I nervously stretch my arm to place back the frame. "I was only going to-..." "Read it,"

As he rasped out, Sarah wobbled and slipped effortlessly back on the floor, ''Where is he?! Where is your damn Tiger?!” ''I'm right here!” Came back the echo behind him. Everyone froze. The panting Sarah raised her head. A tall man, dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a khaki jeans tugged in a pair of black ankle boot. A scarf secured around his face, masking his identity and the long hair was down covering his eyebrows. Only his eyes were apparent, a grey glittering piercing eyes, the eyes of a wolf!