Rizzoli And Isles Fan Fic Novels & Stories

“Not the fantasy. You. The way you laugh when you think I’m not looking. The way you clench around me when you’re trying not to come too fast. Stay after the week. Not as a client. As mine.” Isabella came with a broken moan, body arching off the bed. Julian followed, burying himself deep and filling her as lightning lit up the room. Afterward, in the quiet between thunder rolls, she traced a scar on his ribs. “You know people in this world. Marcus. Rafael. Victor. They all connected?” Julian smiled against her hair. “Same circle. Different games. They’ll want to meet you properly soon.” She should have felt trapped but instead the thought sent a dark thrill through her. The storm raged on, b

All the while, Izzy is regretting everything little thing that she lost control of — her request to the Alpha, having sex with Miles, and those flirty moments with Carter. Worse, as the minutes pass, she is becoming more and more afraid to meet up with Alpha Landon, wondering how much of her control will slip away because of the blasted mate bond!

Isabel POV I hid in my room for a short while, but realized that I have to get back to the kitchen. I went back and Gabrielle was still there, waiting for me. She smiled brightly at me and I was on the edge of tears. She opened her arms and I hugged her, “Why would a high ranked wolf want me?” Gabrielle laughed, “Are you kidding? You’re beautiful, you’re smart, and you kick ass in the kitchen.” I laughed, “Thanks. I just know he’s going to reject me.” Gabrielle grinned while shaking her head, “He came in here looking for you. I talked to him. Hon, he wants you. He doesn’t care what your rank is. You are a blessing to him.” I shook my head, “How can I be sure of that?” She shrugged, “You can’

As dangerous as it may be, she fished her phone out of her pocket and quickly dialed a number. After a few rings, someone picks up, "Re-" "Goddammit Ricco, fucking finally!" She exclaimed, pinning the phone securely between her head and her shoulder before going back to driving her motorcycle with both hands. She kept a firm grip on the wheel as she efficiently slip through cars. Isabella was lucky that there wasn't much traffic, despite being in a busy city. If New York had been as packed as it usually was, she would have been long caught by the police.

Riley questioned. “Are you seriously asking me this?... We both act in the same movie doesn’t mean I would always be around her, even if we are chanced to be at the same place for sometime, I can’t be trailing her because last I remembered, I have lots of meaningful thing to do not coming online to create scandals and get sympathy from people” Isabelle replied and Riley smiled nervously. “Zena, can you tell me about the rape story?”

Isabella nodded affirmatively, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Come on, I'm hungry. Will you keep me company while I eat? You can have a few bites, and then we can watch your favorite movies," Isabella suggested, attempting to divert his attention to something enjoyable. Ryle's eyes immediately lit up at the mention of his beloved films. Ryle contemplated her offer, his adorable pout intensifying as he weighed his options. Isabella couldn't help but be captivated by his innocent charm, her heart swelling with affection as she looked at him.

I asked. Isa waved her hand at me like she did when she teased me. "No. Of course not. Like I said, I don't do office romances…" "Good," I said, releasing the fists I didn't realize I was making. "I'm glad he's not special to you. It is unfortunate though…" "What is?" Isa asked, cocking her head adorably. I stepped closer to her and donned my best debonair smile. "It's unfortunate that you're totally against office romances."

(End of flashback) Isabelle said sorry to Rizza. She was relieved that though she looked snobbish she was actually nice. She said that she understood how she felt and it was normal for a jealous female to act and react that way. She made fences with Luke by cooking him his favorite food and by making him happy in bed. Everything went well for several weeks, she had become more suspicious, clingy and overly possessive. He had put up with her until this morning. He was getting ready for work while she was sitting on the bed. She was watching him like a hawk. "Are you sure you are going to the company?” she asked suspiciously.

Ricci replied smoothly. Isabella felt the tension heighten all over again. She stood slightly behind Lorenzo now, one arm protectively wrapped around the child against her chest while the other rested lightly on the wall beside her for balance, exhaustion still pulled painfully all over her body but adrenaline kept her mind painfully alert. Too alert because she too could feel the story unraveling, thread by thread. Ricci took another calm step forward. “You know what the most fascinating thing about betrayal is?” he asked conversationally. Nobody answered and he smiled anyway.

I said, “you’re going to pretend you’re not suspect number one? Sienna goes missing on the night she’s supposed to wear your ring, and suddenly her anklet appears at the entrance like a breadcrumb trail? You think I don’t see what this is?” Vincenzo’s eyes darkened—offense, anger, something far more lethal. “Is this about Celeste?” I added. The name hits Isla like a slap. Her face tightens. Her shoulders stiffen. Something flickers behind her eyes—jealousy? Disgust? Curiosity? But she masks it almost immediately. My voice slices the air. Vincenzo’s nostrils flared. “Watch your mouth.” “Seriously? Vincenzo, you know damn well Celeste always liked them young. Ask Nero.”