Ao3 Isolation Novels & Stories

She stood there, her eyes moving over Isabella’s bruised neck and tired face. "Nothing but a cum-rag for a traitor," the elder spat, her voice loud across the courtyard. Isabella felt her mind starting to crack. The loneliness, the constant way her body was used, and the hate from an entire race were wearing her down. She felt like she was fading away. The only thing that felt real, the only thing that made her feel like she still existed, was Orion’s intense force. It was the one thing holding her together in this cruel place.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

He’s not even my boyfriend. I’m basically nothing but a whöre, to traditional people. Why do I always do everything wrong? "Oli..." "Do not even talk to me right now, Daniel, because I want to punch you in the face for real.” I stop him, raising a hand towards him to keep him away from me. { Daniel } I can't help the way Isabelle's words fill me with happiness. It's as if I have a complete second chance and the guilt of having agreed to do that ritual is wiped from my mind.

After breakfast, he made it a point to occupy himself with other affairs and they had separated until check out. Oliver drove Isis home and all through the day all she thought of was Mr. Greyson and the way his hands roamed her, of how much liberty she afforded him with herself. Isis sighed; she wanted him to touch her again, to awaken her senses and her femininity. So distracted was she that her usual past time of reading was not enough to hold her attention.

I nod my head in acknowledgement before walking inside. We join Emlyn and Cayd in the library and after ensuring that she is safe and well, we begin looking for ways to break her Guardian bond. Throughout the day, I feel Aolis through our consciousness. He somehow makes it feel as though he is stroking my hair or my cheek. When I look up at him, it’s like we’re back in our room, our gazes intent on the other as we make love. I have to keep reminding myself that we’re in a room with others and forcing myself to focus.

Aurora’s POV The afternoon light filtered softly through the curtains of Theo’s dorm room, casting a warm golden glow over our tangled bodies. We lay in his bed, limbs intertwined, my head resting on his chest as his fingers traced lazy, soothing circles along my bare back. The scent of our lovemaking still lingered in the air—musky, intimate, and deeply satisfying. My body hummed with contentment, every inch of me marked by his touch, his kisses, and the passionate way he had claimed me again and again. After weeks of painful separation, being here with him felt like coming home.

Anonymous pov The fallout of what was once considered a "perfect" marriage in the public eye was swift, it was fast, and it was brutal. It didn’t matter that Shane and Isla hadn't filed for divorce just yet; the damage was already done. The whispers behind Isla’s back were impossible to ignore. Every time she walked down the street, she could feel the weight of the side-eyes, the looks of disgust that followed her wherever she went. People who used to smile at her now turned their faces away as if she had some contagious disease. There was no pretending anymore. Her life, the life she had worked so hard to build, was no longer hers.

“He has a habit of collecting strays. But don’t confuse obsession with affection. He doesn’t save people. He uses them.” “I’m not looking to be saved.” “Good,” Isabella said, voice like ice cracking. “Then you won’t mind being broken.” And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving a trail of tension behind her like expensive perfume. — Later that afternoon, Aria was in the library again, trying to read, trying not to think about the woman with eyes like knives. But of course, he found her. Luciano always did. He stepped into the room like he owned the silence. Which he did.

WARNING!!! 🔞️ This story contains explicit and mature content; smut scenes, incest, violence, and BDSM. Reader discretion is advised. However, readers who are willing to explore the boundaries of fiction, and desire an immersive reading experience are invited to continue. Please note that the author does not endorse or condone any of the actions or behaviors depicted in the story. **** When Isabel moved to Los Angeles, she had no idea that her life was about to change forever. Her new family was perfect, but there was a destructive secret lurking beneath the surface.

He would withdraw his hands, his dark obsidian eyes narrowing into a cold, impenetrable abyss as he reasserted his Alpha control, leaving me completely stranded in the wake of his withdrawal. He was punishing me without ever lifting a finger. By treating me like glass, by deliberately denying me the raw, primitive satisfaction of his cock, he was letting the bond warp into a different kind of torture. I sat upright on my bed now, my spine pressed hard against the solid mahogany headboard, my hands shaking as I pulled the duvet tightly up to my chest. The room was dark, save for the dying embers of the hearth casting long, flickering shadows across the hardwood floorboards. The isolation was