Ao3 Isolation Novels & Stories

Now. There was no one else. There never had been, and there never would be. Isobel had done everything in her power to twist my thoughts, to make me believe my mate was weak and undeserving. But now, I saw the truth. Leora was perfect. The Moon Goddess hadn't erred in its choice; I had. Her touch soothed me, her laughter lifted me, and her happiness sparked something within me, a joy I hadn't realized I was capable of feeling. But when Isobel touched me, my skin crawled, and I wanted nothing more than to push this invading presence away. The lingering scent of coconut clung to me, and I found it nauseating. She needs to leave.

He yelled, making the man distance the phone from his ear on the other end. “What do you mean?” “Quit it! You'd better bring Heidi out or this Young Master will make sure you eat cow dung for breakfast!” Zach hung up, pacing back and forth. From the couch, Isla said helplessly. “Mr. Olsen, what if Ms. Olsen hasn't left the bar yet? She might be downstairs to catch fun.” “Heidi is obsessed with isolation, there's no way she'll mingle with others.”

“I think it’s you who’s been disrespectful. You’ve been lying to everyone, pretending that Aurora means nothing to you. But you and I both know that’s a lie.” Zayn’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hissed. “Get out.” “Oh, I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Isla shot back. She took a step closer to him, her voice rising with each word. “I saw you, Zayn. I saw you with Aurora. You two mated.” Zayn’s breath hitched for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a scoff. “So what if we did?” he said coldly. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

(Isabella’s POV) The days that followed Alessandro’s meeting with Don Gallo were a strange, unsettling blend of profound intimacy and escalating tension. In the quiet sanctuary of our penthouse, we were Alessandro and Isabella, a man and a woman deeply in love, planning a future together. We would talk for hours, late into the night, about our dreams, about a life that felt impossibly far from the bloodshed and power struggles that defined our world. He would hold me, his touch a silent promise of protection, and in those moments, I could almost forget the storm brewing outside our walls.

Isobel didn’t feel scared for speaking so blatantly, she was determined to tarnish Aurora in front of Damon. Damon’s eyes had flashed a hint of ruthlessness. He was just about to say something. Instead, Aurora gently patted him on the back and said faintly, "Let me do it." Aurora stepped forward and reached out to pinch Isobel’s chin. She flicked her wrist. Just know the click. Isobel’s jaw dislocated. Isobel stared in disbelief. Just now, she was still immersed in the pleasure of berating Aurora. But suddenly, she couldn't speak.

Finally, I opened that message and replied to him. [Lars, it's over between us.] With one swipe, I blocked him and deleted his contact. I pulled out my already-packed suitcase, turned off the lights, and walked out the door. Dawn was almost breaking. I wasn't going to wait for you this time, Lars. You called me vicious and heartless, but nothing in this world hurt more than broken promises. This time… I would disappear from your world completely. Me, my memories, and all my worthless love.

Damon's POV) My jaw tightened as I stood in my study, staring at the untouched bourbon on my desk, hoping it would erase the memories. Outside, the moon hung low, casting a pale light over the courtyard, where Isabel had once danced barefoot beneath the stars before I pushed her into the shadows. I hated myself for it, but I despise the idea of her belonging to someone else. The image of her tangled in Blake's arms lingered in my mind, refusing to fade. Her skin was bare, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in soft surrender as she lay against him, leaving a haunting image. None of it fit. None of it made sense. She rarely spoke to him and never gave him a smile, let alone a glance worth

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

The best results come when you stop separating them. Now go to sleep. It's nearly one in the morning. A.H. I read it three times. Both. You can't have one without the other. Science gives you precision. Art gives you soul. He's not talking about cooking anymore. I know he's not. And the fact that he signed it A.H. again—not Professor Hale, not even Adrian—feels like a door left slightly open. I type one last message. A.H., Goodnight. C I turn off my phone. Place it face down.

Because power did not feel like strength here. It felt like isolation shaped into a crown. Every person who looked at her bowed— but none met her eyes. And she understood something quietly devastating: they did not love her. They belonged to her. The world bent around her will. And still— she was alone inside it. A hollow kind of perfection pressed against her chest. Her breath tightened. And she stood— rejecting it. The moment she did, the world shattered again. Aria fell forward into reality with a sharp inhale.