Of course there were a lot of things in his mind. Too many things he'd rather swallow than spit out there on the table for all seven of them.Julia eyed him. A look of disdain. Isaiah was sure he was not the only one to have noticed him. She picked up a glass of wine from the table. Her fingers with, pedicured to look as though she was wearing nails made out of diamonds, twirled around the glass in a delicate fashion. She tapped the cup with it, producing a sound that reminded Isaiah's of the glass house he had broken into."So tell us about you..." She said. "So far, all the others have spoken and said something about themselves. All except you." Amidst the tensed look Anthony gave to him, Isaiah made sure to relax himself, leaning towards the table and grabbing a glass for himself. "Don't mind if I do..." He took a sip. The taste of soured apple flowed through his tongue. He nearly dropped it down. It was alcoholic and Isaiah disdained alcohol. But he stopped, not wanting to loose

"So do you think you were successful?" Kate asked her master, Elena who laid flat on the couch physically fatigued."What are you talking about, Kate?" She asked, her speech was in a drawl. "You have to be clearer with your speech, you know... I am so tired that I can't move as much as I want...""I am talking about Isaiah, my lady" she said, nodding her head in a slight bow. "I wanted to know if the mission you went with him was successful. You have not spoken as much about him since you went on the trip with him. I really would like to know what happened.""You speak as if you did not appear there out of nowhere, there, Kate" Elena said, crouching up from the couch. The fan overhead spinning. "You know how it all went down. I can't start pretending you did not see. By the way, why did you go there?""I am your servant, my lady" Kate said. "You should know this and all of it. I cannot leave your side when you go risking your life like that. I have to watch from the shadows and make

The voice behind him was familiar and even unnerving. Isaiah turned to see no other person but Nathan Bradley seated right behind him, one hand on his desk while the other hand held a phone which he typed on without looking to check for corrections. His blond hair swooped behind him as he laid back on t chair in a relaxed fashion.He looked as brilliantly annoying and arrogant as he usually was, eyes looking a pair of dazed moon seated right on his face. "We told you did we not?" Nathan said to Isaiah who had his jaw wide open at the time. "We are going to be coming to your school. Did you think we were joking?""What? No" Isaiah said. "I just did not think you were going to be coming this quickly. "What about your brother and sister?""Oh them?" He said as coolly as possible. "Ashely should be in a different department. As for Fayour, well I don't know...but I doubt he would be here today. But I did not come here to talk about them, I came here to watch you be in your natural elem

The school was buzzing with much discourse and gist. The words flowing in the air announced that the greatest feud the students had ever seen in their time as students of the school, was being ended. Isaiah Bradley, notorious for the mysterious means by which he rose up from being a mere poor nobody, known colloquially as Fetch-boy, to being someone of influence, someone that would rattled with the powers that be, put take food straight out of the mouth of the snake and then eat it—this Isaiah, and Walter Sterns, the rich boy who was born with a silver spoon and from onset, had always had power and influence on him, he and Isaiah were going to be having a reconciliation.This was powerful news. Not good news. But powerful news. Because people still did not know what to make of it, it only created a thrilling and exciting air in and around the school. For Isaiah it was not exciting news. It was something that caused much concern. he knew Walter was the kind of person to make crafty p

The Central City museum was a popular place, known for a popular myth or at best urban legend that had spread across the city sometime ago. The myth was that some of the artefacts preserved in the city were magical and came to life in the night. Because of this, a lot of people come to the museum during dark hours to see if the artefacts would magically come to life. But the most mysterious thing about it was that after the visit, everyone who had visited, suddenly don't talk about it. And no one actually knew anyone who had visited the place."I don't know, Jenny...I am skeptical about this place," Isaiah said as he drove the car with Jenny inside."I could sense that," Jenny replied, relaxing on the front sit just beside Isaiah. "You really don't let anything get past you, huh? Let me guess, you think the place is a hoax?""Well there is literally nothing stopping it from being a hoax." Isaiah slowed down the car before making a little turn around a junction. There were flashing lig