Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

I cut in. “You are not,” Isla said, her hair wrapped in curlers, holding up a bowl of popcorn. I glared at her while she merely smiled in amusement. I was too caught up in trying to escape the orientation to remember to take a photo as proof. I had managed to take one at the beginning and another in the middle of it, but Isla, who was the reincarnation of the devil itself, didn’t accept it. Now she claimed I owed her once more. “Did you find a girlfriend already?” she added giddily.

So, what had they seen? “You saw it as well, didn’t you?” Isaac asked his friend. With his eyes widely opened like they were, it was a strange sight to see him muttering the way he was. “You mean…” Leslie gulped before whispering the last of his sentence, “The tiger?” “Yes,” Isaac nodded his head with his face flushed red. He looked like an intoxicated man who had also binged on some marijuana and was dealing with the effect of both recreational drugs.

"She works here, she just can't leave that way." Frances looked at her in astonishment, but she didn't bother much, it could be another scheme to get her jealous. "When would you be having a day off?" He asked Frances. "I don't think I'd be having any," Frances said. "You see, so it's just me," Clarissa said. "Uhm, I guess this is something we'd fix. You could start with having my digits." He took out a card and wrote down his telephone line. "And I'm Alban." He winked.

Isaac said seductively, causing me to cringe. Hayden's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I struggled to hold back my own laughter as I looked at him. He clicked the VideoChat icon in the corner but kept the camera turned off. Soon, Isaac's face appeared on the screen. A smirk appeared on Isaac's face as he switched to his back camera, aiming it at his exposed erection. He gave it a pump, groaning, while Hayden flipped over and buried his face in my chest, laughing quietly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but join in the laughter.

Jess had found herself more BL fans. Akira said, “Show us the photos, Isaac.” Hayden said, “He’s showing us his artwork first, Akira. Don’t cut in the line.” Isaac passed his tablet to Hayden. “My art.” Then he took out his smartphone and did some clicking. I just knew this was about to get out of hand and said, “You don’t have to show people those photos of me, idiot.” Isaac ignored me and then passed the phone to Akira who widened her eyes. “Oh! Wow!”

she continued crying, while I soothed her till she was done. I knew he was a weirdo, but not being able to contain the thrill of the climax was funny. “Will you leave me if the video is leaked?” she asked. “I won’t leave you alone, and that’s a promise.” Kissing her, I placed her to sit by my side while I gave her the juice to drink, then started feeding, and amidst the little moment, Isaac chose to spoil it with his series of pictures. One time he was kissing Joan with his hands on her body while in weird lingerie, and he touched her boobs and kissed her again. I had to give him a reward; he had a way of making things worse and a special way to piss me off.

Sweat forms on my forehead as I stare at the picture in my hand. Isaac rides a woman reverse cowgirl. I can’t believe it. My own Isaac? My own fiancé? Tears blind my eyes instantly. I can’t see the woman’s face; whoever took the picture focused only on Isaac. Tears threaten to spill. It’s not real. Maybe it’s just a photoshopped image, I tell myself. Whoever sent this just wants to destroy our happy relationship.

The image was electric. Camila’s jaw hit the floor. She dropped the crust into a trash can. "Holy hell, Isaac! You actually did it!" "He did more than take a photo," Isaac muttered, his lips still tingling. "He kissed me." "Shut up!" "And I think half the press core caught it on video." "This is legendary." "I need supplies. Now." "Supplies? Like... protection? Because he's a big guy—" "No! Art supplies. I’m making a sign. Santiago’s idea."

Lavinia knew he was about to transform. Isaac started to push himself up. "Back off, Marco." "Izzy, we've got to stop doing this," he crooned mockingly. "With you, it's all empty threats and no action." "If you don't get away from her, that will change very quickly." Isaac swayed on his feet. His shirt was completely stained, blood blossoming from scratches through his torso and the wound from the coated poker.

Isaac says as a light knock makes it's way in my ears. Cora opens the door and is fidgeting in her purse. Her eyes are still red from me crushing her dreams of us being together. "I wanted to give this back to you. It's a photo I took of you and Stacey. It wouldn't be right for me to keep this." I take it from her trembling hands and Cora doesn't look into my eyes. "Thanks and Cora, I really am sorry," I say trying to be professional. "What he is trying to say is he's an ass and he would like you to tag along for a double date this weekend," Isaac interrupts and covers his hand over my mouth like an adolescent anime character.