Ao3 Isolation Novels & Stories

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.

No more lying awake wondering what was wrong with me. Later that night, the sounds of their passion traveled through the walls. Isabella's cries rang out like victory trumpets. Her ardent cries of pleasure rang out. I put on my headphones to block out the noise, but they did nothing for the turmoil between my ears. The pain from the mate bond, from Zarek, was something I couldn’t hide from. I clenched my teeth and told myself: I was going to find everything I ever wanted. In a place where I could breathe without smelling him. Where every day wouldn't be a reminder that I wasn't enough.

“Leave the ‘I hate you’ part to Gabe and me; we’re used to it. Besides, a ‘hater to lover’ arc for you two wouldn’t work because of the age gap.” “The author could include an ‘age gap’ trope,” Gabe smirked. “Over my dead body,” I made clear. “It’s not that hard to get past you,” Jorel teased. “Olivia only looks fragile,” Gabe explained. “She’s stronger than anyone I know.” He looked at me. “But she’s got something behind her that makes her untouchable…” “What?” Jorel asked, curious. “Me!” “First of all, I’m only 13, and even though I’ve already kissed, I’m not into older guys. The boy in question was 12, by the way,” Isabelle clarified.

Trenton's POV The moment I felt the snap, I wanted to tear something apart. The bond, the unmistakable surge of heat that rolled through my chest, down my arms and into my very soul. It felt like wildfire under my skin, like chains wrapping around my bones and it had a name. Isabella. Freaking Isabella Leigh. Of all the women in the world, the Moon Goddess had the audacity to mate her to me? After storming out of the living room, I headed straight for my room, slamming the door shut as the whole building shook in a protest.

The slightest movement, a mere brush of his skin against mine, sent waves of electricity coursing through me, igniting a fire I hadn't realized was smoldering beneath the surface. He had become closer than he was before - too close. If he just moved a little bit closer… Then, abruptly, he pushed away from me, taking a substantial leap of distance, his jaw ticking with anger as he deliberately avoided my stare. "You don't want to bite more than you can chew, Isla. I am things worse than just an asshole," he warned. I stood there, stunned and bewildered. What just happened? Was that the mate bond reacting? Without another word, Axel strode out of the room, and I heard the familiar click of the

Found a solution. It's absorbing the bonds. Not the Auroras. The bonds themselves. The connections between realities. The love that makes us us. It's consuming the threads. Severing the ties. Isolating each Aurora completely. Making us truly alone. Truly individual. Truly vulnerable. And when we're completely alone. Completely isolated. Completely unbonded. Then it can absorb us. One by one. Reality by reality. Infinite slow doom instead of infinite quick victory. It found a way. It adapted. It's winning. Again. Always. Inevitably.

Wasn't going to use any of his considerable power to shield her from the public destruction. Because this was part of it. Part of the punishment. Part of the control. He wanted her to have nowhere else to go. Wanted her reputation destroyed. Wanted her so thoroughly trapped that he became her only option, her only shelter—even if that shelter was a cage. Aria walked back to the guest room. Lay down in the expensive sheets that felt like ice against her skin. And understood, finally, what he'd done. The thirty days of isolation had broken her mentally. The contract had trapped her legally. The sex had claimed her physically.

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.

I should be excited. Leo had come to love Olivia; he adored her scent, the warmth of her presence, the comfort of her when we had marked her. Olivia had been good to us—steady, gentle, loyal. So by all means, I should feel nothing but relief that Aira finally found someone who would worship her the way she deserved. Someone who would love her openly. Someone who wouldn’t fail her the way I did. So why then… why does Owen feel like this? The question tore through me like claws. My vision blurred. My breathing cracked.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING