Rizzoli And Isles Fan Fic Novels & Stories

“Seems like a pretty careless mistake to make, especially for a demure Luna like you, Elisse.” I swallowed hard, feeling my completely dry throat. “You don’t understand, Dominic. You see, I was drunk when that happened. It was all an honest mistake. I wasn’t thinking straight. It was meant for Harold, not you.” “Oh, I understand perfectly,” he replied smoothly, his tone darkening. “But here’s the thing, Elisse. Whether it was meant for Harold or not, it’s in my possession now. And it could cause a lot of trouble, don’t you think? Especially if your precious Alpha Harold saw it.”

(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.

I could sense the jealousy lacing through that timid voice of hers, a quiet storm she tried to mask. “Calista would be around with her husband, that Lycan king,” I said, my jaw tightening as I leaned back. “I should satisfy her with this before she vanishes again. Taking you with me would only heighten her anger toward me.” My brow furrowed, the weight of the truth dragging it down. I frowned. “Then I’ll have to attend the party too,” Isla said suddenly, her chin lifting as though she had just thrown down a challenge. “I’ll be Liam’s date.”

Elsie was giggling and blushing hard while he… sat there as her model. A frowned stretched on my lips as an unpleasant feeling settled on my chest. What the hell was he doing with her? Wasn't he supposed to be at my door, waiting for me? I glared hard at him, wishing my eyes could turn into daggers as I saw him smile at her. He freaking smiled at her! Someone almost a decade younger than him! My blood was boiling in anger. First was Isla, trying to steal Roman from me. I haven't even recovered from that and her useless friend is trying to snatch my mate too?

“Girl, did you see Travis? That girl he was with over the summer...done, now he’s with someone else entirely.” Isla groaned dramatically. “Don’t even get me started. I saw that. Rachel, of all people!” Sade burst out laughing. “Right? But, you know, Rachel’s cool. I’ll give her that.” “True, true,” Isla agreed, laughing along. “He always dates cool girls. Look at you.” They both erupted into laughter, the tension from earlier melting away as they drove off toward their favorite diner on Halsted, ready to reconnect over food and memories.

"Don't you have any shame at all? You rejected me last night and now you're making out with another girl in front of me." Wilford groans. " Can you stop all this nagging? Isabel, we are not mates. We can never be mates, get that into your fucking thick skull." He resumes kissing her as I watch them with a broken heart. They pull off their clothes and he slips his fingers into her folds, she spreads her legs apart and moans loudly. " I can't wait to be inside of you. To have you all to myself until you're out of breath. " Wilford says to her.

i thought Kizzy likes you but am happy she is with Nick . Ben -You were jealous ? Riss-Why won’t I be ?She is all over you when you came . Ben-I guess .So how is your new school treating you . Riss-I love it !I have lots of friends here .Everyone love me .There is this guy ,Darrel ...well we are texting and he is flirting with me tho he is fun to be with . Ben -He should back off !and why are you even chatting with him . Riss-Jealous much ?

he told her just as Cassie Cowell came around the edge of the crowd, a derisive look on her face when she spotted Tourmaline. “A human, Razl? Are you kidding me?” He cut the female Lycan a dark look from beneath his brows. “Stay out of it, Cassie.” Laughing, showing a catty side of her personality that Razl must have been blind to miss, she asked, “Isn’t she a little too much like prey for a guy like you?” “I’d watch what you say, bitch.” The snarled words came from Elise. Cassie smirked. “So the little human doesn’t mind that he likes to use his fangs and claws in the sack?”

Rozelyn hopes it will be sooner as she could no longer wait to see her bestfriend wed, especially during these upheaval times that chaos in Shamrock prevails. “She sees the world through the color brown. Her hair is adorned with a luscious red crown. She smiles like a wolf and cries like a sheep. She is the Blood Mistress even if everyone sleeps,” she repeated Isla’s words as she lay on her purple-colored bed and stared at her starless ceiling. “What the freak does that mean!” She shrieked, but not too loud. In frustration, she threw her pillow at the top of her wooden cabinet and knocked down a family picture of her, Cyrill, and Romaine.

“So like what? I don't matter to you now?!” “Fuck it, Isla! Don't fucking make me angry! I tried to be calm but you're really pulling my strings! I'll talk about it when I want to talk about it!” Isla was about to respond but Damian hung up the phone already. She shouted, like a person losing their mind. She slammed her hands on the stirring well to vent out her anger towards Giselle “Just you wait, you fucking bitch. I will take everything from you in a matter of time! Your husband, your career, everything!” She muttered to herself