Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

Chapter 94 Julian's POV "Do you recognise me?" I asked Isaac. He looked at me keenly as if trying to recollect and then shook his head. "Well...you'll recognise me soon." I said, gestured to Marcus, who dropped his luggage into the car, and we drove home. Marcus brought out the envelope containing the pictures and handed it to me while I handed it to Isaac. Isaac collected them and kept looking at it. "This is me." he raised up his head to look at me as he pointed at the picture he was in with Sophie.

The next few seconds destroyed me permanently. Isaac reached beside his desk calmly. Too calmly. My brain didn’t even process what he was holding at first. Then I saw the box cutter. And panic exploded through me. “No.” My voice cracked violently through the silent hospital room. “Isaac, stop.” As if he could hear me. As if somehow I could still reach through the screen and save him. He looked into the camera one last time. Still crying. Still heartbroken. Still loving me. Then he dragged the blade across his wrist.

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.

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.

A crushing, suffocating darkness wrapped around Callan’s mind. Pain stabbed through his skull. Memories twisted and disintegrated— Hazel’s face. Hazel’s touch. Hazel’s laughter. Gone. Lucien whispered, "She was mine in a past life. You were never meant to have her." Callan fought it. Fought him. "No—" Lucien smirked. "You will forget her, Callan. But she will haunt you." Callan collapsed. His vision darkened. And the last thing he saw was Lucien’s silver eyes gleaming in satisfaction—

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!