Ao3 Isolation Novels & Stories

Because it wasn’t a threat. It was probability. Lucien spoke slowly. “What do you propose.” The Hollow King’s smile returned faintly. “Separation.” My body went cold instantly. “No.” Isabella turned toward me sharply. “Rex—” I shook my head immediately. “No discussion.” The entity watched us carefully. “You misunderstand separation.” I didn’t care. Not even a little. But it continued anyway. “You remain connected through the Axis, but physically isolated during reinforcement.” Lucien frowned slightly. “That reduces emotional resonance.”

It was the sound of the outside world, a cold, corporate world they had so briefly escaped. Isabelle flinched, her body a tense, coiled spring that was a frantic, terrified blur of a woman trying to rebuild her walls. She pulled away, a sharp, profound, and heartbreaking retreat. Damian, a man who had never been so vulnerable, was a statue of pure, raw shock. He had been so close. So close to a moment of pure, unadulterated human connection, and it had been ripped away from him, a cruel, brutal act of the universe.

Isadora gripped the sheet tightly, body trembling while her eyes rolled backward. “I love how you cum, Dora. So fucking perfect!” His finger rolled deeper, flickering on that spot. “Zavian!!!” Isadora breathed, grabbing his hand with so much urgency. Zavian’s eyes darkened, his throat bubbling with so much desire to have a taste. “Please…” Isadora mumbled amidst her consuming orgasm, but Zavian held her legs apart, forcing her to take his fingers in ways that made her thighs twitch. “Arghhhhh God!!! Zavian…”

Kael shuddered underneath me, my wolf howling with triumph. Our bond flared to life, an invisible thread connecting us beyond the physical. I moaned loudly, kissing Kael hard. But as the intensity of our connection deepened, Kael suddenly froze. KAEL’S POV The heat of our bond was overwhelming, a dark storm of emotions whirling through me. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced. Isabelle’s touch, her divine scent, and the fire in her eyes as she gazed at me made me want to surrender to her.

Zen clenches his jaw while watching Isabelle exit the room; he grabs a pen and stabs the wooden top of the desk. He closes his eyes and breathes heavily trying to relax. “She doesn’t love you, she doesn’t want you. The moment she finds Daniel she will leave you and you will be alone, all alone once again. There’s no one for you, you are alone. ALONE!!” He yells and swipes his hand across the top of the table making all the files and his laptop fly off it.

She kept shut and pinned herself to the door again, being careful not to miss a single word from their conversation. “Now, that is a heart trenching pose. Damn!” she heard Omarion say. “Open your legs wide apart…let me get the perfect shot of your pussy” Omarion said. Rachael’s heart pounded in heavy beats as she heard him clearly. She could not settle with the fact that Omarion was now fucking Isis…even taking her nudes to keep on his phone. If he had wanted nudes, she could provide better ones. Racheal was furious.

I looked up to see that a ball was now opened into four parts and whatever was in it was now empty of it. Well... Isabelle suddenly turned to look at me then she blushed keeping her face in my chest. I chuckled and put my hand behind her head smiling. "Can we leave now?" She asked mumbling into my chest. "Come here," I said pulling her towards a nearby empty spot. 'Look away from us. Your Luna is uncomfortable.' I said into the mind link making sure I had cut Isabelle's off. The pack members looked away and turned their heads as if nothing had happened. Good.

A pause He went on, "But I know this," as he did. "Institutions won't be able to negotiate our lives in their current form." She held his gaze. “No,” she said. "Uniquely by us." They didn’t touch. They didn’t promise. But something shifted—not backward, not forward. Inward. That night, alone again, Elara opened her notebook. She wrote one line. Isolation is the price of clarity—but connection survives it. She closed the notebook and turned off the light.

I can tolerate many things, but people like him who abuse people in the abhorrent ways he did make me sick to my stomach. I let him drop to the ground and watch him crawl away from the bars. Pathetic. Oh sure, he’s strong when he’s abusing children, but put him against someone who can actually take him and he runs with his tail between his legs. He brings shame to his kind and his creator. I leave him in his cell without another word and follow the sounds of my sisters and some intense arguing. Soon my vision is filled with many bright auras, but it’s one, in particular, I’m looking for. I do a quick scan and soon I see the pure-vibrant French violet aura of Isolde as she sits in her cell. L

The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years Before Caerin eased Isolte’s dress off her shoulders, and she crossed her arms over her chest defensively as she stood there in her shift, stockings, and shoes. Thaelen met Caerin’s eyes over her head, and gestured to her feet, so that Caerin knelt and removed her shoes and stockings one foot at a time whilst Thaelin stroked his hands up and down the bare skin of the woman’s arms, warming it with his touch and soothing her.