Izzabelle then get a hold of her man’s hand, entwined their fingers, and dragged her man out of the shop cautiously. She could sense the dangerous aura Ethan had emitted earlier.   But why? She was confused! She didn’t do anything wrong, did she?   Ethan on the other hand was pissed off. He went muted and just let his woman dragged him out of the shop like a lifeless puppet controlled by a set of strings.   The couple hopped in their car without any words uttered to each other.   Ethan settles himself on the driver seat in a seatbelt secured and Izzabelle did the same at the co-pilot seat.   He started the engine into life a

Izzabelle was on her relaxing nap when she felt something went wrong with her breathing. She couldn’t help but release out a soft moan of suffocation. Her lungs were already losing their air and it seems like someone was depriving her of breath and her eyelids are now drooping, heavy to open.   She’s having difficulty in breathing? What’s wrong with her? She was fine earlier, wasn’t she?   “Hmmm...” she tried to grab something to hold onto and she did find something hard to hold on to then she’d breathe again. Thank god!   Slowly... she took some air back to her deprived lungs. Greedily... she stuffed her diaphragm with so much air that she needed it and gently opened her eyes. The next second... a huge face of her man appeared on her sight wearing a devi

A melodious voice of an older woman echoed from the back of her head...   “Izzabelle Smith, my favorite apprentice... I know you’re such an amazing person with a huge heart... you help those people without asking any in return. But fate has something for you in return...” the older woman stated as she starred at Izzabelle with her emotionless green eyes.   “I, Guilla Shadow, as one of your mentors and master in this training field, declare and entrust you to take over my leadership on my organization.” She continued as she shifted on her seat comfortably. Her dominant and distant voice rang to her ears. She looks intimidating but Izzabelle wasn’t intimidated nor faltering at all.   “But... but why me? How about your descendants Master? Wouldn’t it be nice

Ethan smirked widely. He then engulfed her in his warm embrace and whispered, “...I won’t just hold your hand through that rough pathway babe but also pleasure and banged the hell out of you on our way until we successfully encounter them all...”   Izzabelle’s twirling emotions vanished and were replaced by deep amusement as she heard her man’s promising yet flustering words. She chuckled playfully and hit him on his sturdy chest, “...pervert bastard!”   “There... there, you must be okay now babe...” he wiped her tears with his thumb, “don’t cry again okay? We won’t be separated again, remember that...” he kissed her forehead then and Izzabelle snuggled towards him closer absorbing his warmth.   “I think we should proceed to our location now, it’s getting la

Ethan and Izzabelle were snuggling to each other at the soft cozy bed while taking their time filling pieces of information on each other’s confusion.   “Babe, where did you get your subordinates? I noticed that they all looked young...” he asked as he stroked his woman’s dumped hair. It became his hobby lately.   “It's our... And I got them from the different streets in this continent and the others were from the orphanage...” she responded casually.   “You mean to say that... they, they are all homeless?” Ethan’s voice trembled as he inquired. He felt deep sympathy for the young lads too. Same as his woman, he also has a huge heart!   “Yes, they are... You know I’m craving for a brother be