Ao3 Isolation Novels & Stories

Isabelle couldn’t object to that because she knew she was right. “It is strange how we long to live your life and be out there free to roam and you longed for ours,” Opaline said. “Life is imbalance that way,” Isabelle said. “So, there’s no chance of you missing what you left behind? Our lives can be pretty isolating, and dangerous,” Tiana said. “You call it Isolation, I call it a large family. With you guys here, I don’t have the fear of being alone and unloved. If I flinch there’s always someone there to ask if I was alright…”

“Isaiah passed out moments after you did, and Ava claimed that you had drugged him with percoyan, a red powder that in small doses can render an enemy dizzy and foggy-brained and in large doses can cause them to faint or even die. Which, she claimed, is why she knocked you out. Thankfully, one of the Omegas ran to get me, and I arrived before the Omegas Ava passed you off to were able to drag you into the dungeons for attacking a Royal Guard.” My heartrate picks up in a panic. “Owen, I would never!” I exclaim even as I tuck away the information about percoyan. “I care for Isaiah!” There’s not a single feature on Owen’s face that alters, yet somehow I can sense the jealousy that flashes throu

“He’s always been mine—belonged to me—every fūcking inch of him owned by me! Nothing any of you ever did would have kept us apart. Our souls belong to one another.” I couldn’t take it anymore and approached her back as her hand gripped Daniella’s tongue, pulling it out of her mouth while the tip of the knife she held applied pressure to it. I inhaled Isa’s hypnotizing scent and held back the groan I was desperate to release. Bloody hell would I marry her right now. Where’s a priest when you need one… “For fūck’s sake! Let me cut your tongue in peace!” My angel was so concentrated on removing Daniella’s tongue that she still hadn’t sensed my proximity nor that Aurelio had given us space.

Her spine curved inwards, her head falling back as she let go with a shrill scream. Antonio climaxed seconds after she tightened around his shaft. He groaned, his entire body jerking as he released inside her. He kissed her neck, her throat, soft wet kisses until they both returned from the clouds. Isabella went straight to sleep, held softly in his embrace, hearing the reassuring beat of his heart. And the next morning when she woke up, he was gone, and she was back to being alone. ... Hello readers Apologies for the late update. Don't forget to vote, gift and leave a review. XOXO.

The world had shrunk to the polished mahogany of Sebastian’s desk, the cool black glass of the city view, and the relentless, echoing rhythm of my own keystrokes. Days bled into nights under Full Isolation. My routine was an exhausting cycle of research, analysis, brief, heavily supervised sleep on the office sofa, and shared, silent meals with Sebastian. The lack of any external distraction magnified Sebastian’s presence tenfold; he was not just my employer, but the architect of my containment, the sole arbiter of my safety, and the object of my terrifying, evolving fascination.

"Think of it, darling. Your little secret, safely tucked away in my pussy, in exchange for… services rendered.” She slowly raised her gown to belly level, revealing her pink underpants. From the top, she inserted her hand and her eyeballs dilated. “Oh, I'm so wet, Jonathan,” Isabella said, removed her hand and displayed the sticky fluid between her index and middle finger. “Fill me with your dick and your secrets are safe.” My stomach churned. The thought of them, us, together, was a sickening blend of betrayal and forbidden desire. It made me want to vomit.

I slammed the door shut, clicked the lock, and put a barrier to prevent anyone from distracting me. I immediately sat in a lotus position and injected some of my energy into my necklace—an ancient book called Isolation Space that turned into a pendant. Soon, my soul entered the Isolation Space, and I quickly suppressed the raging fire in my heart. In the blink of an eye, I turned into an ice sculpture. A few minutes later, the ice that covered my entire body shattered into pieces and warm hands touched my face. "Arielle, are you okay?" a familiar, gentle voice reached my ears.

Jade says and points. I look over, hoping to see Tonya, but it is Melanie. What the fuck kind of crazy shit is this? “What did you two talk about?’ I ask Jade. “She was really sad. She said she was in a strange relationship with this guy she was in love with and his older girlfriend. It was bizarre. She said he was a real dog screwing around on both of them. I did not get all of the details. I had a drink with her and then left,” Jade says to me.

she’d said, pressing the leather-bound book into her hands. Tessa flipped to a fresh page and began to write. Isolation is not always about being alone. It’s when you’re surrounded by people and still feel like you’re screaming into a void. It’s when someone takes your phone and replaces it with smoky pot. When your days are planned for you to follow like a willing dog. Pedro says he loves me. But I wish for this disgusting man to set me free every single second of the day. I hate the voice that whispers you’re special only when you’re silent.

he said. Something in her chest tightened. “That’s not an answer either,” she said, softer. “It’s the only honest one.” The room felt smaller again. Later, a little too late, when exhaustion stripped their arguments down to their bones, Nyx spoke without planning to. “They’re isolating us from everyone else,” she said. “Not physically. Psychologically.” Alaric nodded. “Classic containment tactic. Make the bond the liability.” “Make us the weakness.” “Yes.” Silence.