Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

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.

She tapped on it with shaky hands. A photo loaded slowly. Isaac standing beside Vera, both dressed elegantly, almost red-carpet ready. Her dress was black, silk. His suit was a dark grey, his hand at the small of her back. The angle, the intimacy, everything about it made Isabel's stomach clench. "No," she whispered. She scrolled. More photos, them walking together, laughing. Her finger hovered over the last image and then it appeared. Isaac and Vera and their lips were connected in a kiss

Standing against the weathered red brick and dark tiled roofs, I lifted a hand to brush back my wind-tousled hair and turned to smile at him. "This spot would look great in photos!" Isaac paused with the camera in his hands. As he looked at me, his gaze softened without him realizing it, and even his voice grew gentler. "Yeah. Stay right there. I'll take a photo of you." He kept the camera raised, patiently taking photo after photo. I switched poses constantly, pointing at a flower by the wall and saying I wanted it in the frame, then deciding the lighting wasn't right and asking him to switch up the angle.

I couldn’t be any grateful for Isaac, he’s been of great help to me and only with his help was I able to push Gray’s empire to the top again. “Cheers to the empire.” Isaac made a toast amidst laughter and I smiled as I took a sip of my champagne. My phone beeped and I looked at it to see a picture of a man in bondage. His hands and legs were tied up already and he had black duct-tape on his mouth, not missing the message that came with the picture I set my glass down and hurried out of the office. I barely stayed in the office and I was only there now because Isaac insisted, killing is now my coping mechanism and this one? I’m sure he wouldn't even last long with me.

Satake asked, walking up to the man who was now sprawled to the floor shaking. His name... Isaac, I was not sure why but it reminded me of Sofiane. I continued to watch the three men despite the fact that I was far removed from the scene. Satake and the old man continued to assure Isaac that whatever he had seen was not real. At first, he wouldn't buy a word they said, he kept holding on to his stomach like he had been hurt there but he slowly came to his senses.

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

Where all the time has gone, I have no idea. Once Isaiah stepped from the shower, no more than a white towel draped around his hips, it became clear the nature of his injuries. Those rebels fought back. It's clear by the large gash down his stomach, the slice across his jawline and a myriad of scratches littering his skin. “How did you do it?" Zire asks. He stands at the entrance of the bathroom, watching Elise cleaning blood from Isaiah's skin. “Kill them, I mean?” “They let me out of my binds to unlock the door, and I turned on them.” Isaiah almost sounds numb, as he examines himself coldly in the mirror, watching Elise. As much as I dislike her, she is adept with the medical equipment nee

The moment the principal saw the torn papers on the floor and the scratches on my arm, his face darkened. "What happened here?" Mr. Lewis placed the collected fragments on the desk. "Principal Anderson, Director Darby, Mr. Stiazky accused Darius of cheating, removed him from the main room, delayed him, moved him to the backup room, and after the exam ended, tore up his answer booklet." Director Darby crouched to look at the fragments. Her expression hardened.

My mother never calls unless something’s wrong. I scroll through the notifications and open Connor’s latest text. [Connor: This article was published earlier this morning, but we already took it down. Unfortunately, it seems like a lot of people have seen it and there might be more.] My stomach drops. I open the link. And there it is. A photo from last night of Issa sitting next to Ivan at dinner. Her head is tilted toward him and she’s smiling. He’s looking right at her with those I-want-to-devour-you eyes

"What's wrong?" Joel shook his head. "Are you sure you're okay today?" Isaac reached to touch his forehead and he slapped his hand away. "I'm fine." He held up two fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?" "Haha. Very funny." Isaac snickered and continued flipping through the pages of his textbook as he began bobbing his head. Probably to music in his head. "Isaac." "Yes, my love." Isaac cracked up at the frown on Joel's face. Clowning around was Isaac's specialty, but Joel didn't need his jokes right now, so he maintained a serious look. Isaac got the message and coughed the rest of his laughter away.