Rizzoli Isles Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I'll have it for you by tomorrow morning." As I stand to leave, Rafael adds, "Isabella has expressed interest in meeting with you. Perhaps dinner sometime this week." A test, clearly. Isabella Rossi is dangerous—far more dangerous than Rafael himself in many ways. She was the architect of my demise, whispering doubts in Rafael's ear, convincing him I couldn't be trusted. The thought of sitting across from her, breaking bread while she remains oblivious to who I really am, sends a thrill of dark anticipation through me.

he said against her hair. Her hands went on his which were around her and tried to remove them. “Don’t touch me!” she said gritting her teeth. "Errr Luke, I think I should go," Rizza said. That was when Luke remembered the woman’s presence. He turned, bringing Isabelle with him to look at her. One of his arms was snaked on Isabelle’s back. With narrowed eyes, Isabelle glared at Rizza and she noticed that she had gone pale. She thought that it was because of shame or fear since awhile ago she was probably doing something nasty with her husband. That thought fueled her anger.

There had to be something I was missing, something my brain wanted from this that I hadn't quite grasped yet. Maybe if I finally gave in to it, it would leave me alone. It was hard to control your dreams, but this felt like all that I could do. Soon enough, before I even realized it, I was standing on the rooftop with a woman, no, with Isa standing before me, looking at me with hooded eyes, her hands resting on my biceps with her fingers lightly clutching my suit jacket. Isa Loveless. Yes, it was definitely her. But wh—

“She definitely is.” Riley appeared in the kitchen doorway seconds later. Her eyes moved between us slowly. “Wow.” “What?” I asked. “You two disappeared for five minutes and the tension somehow got worse.” “There is no tension,” Isabella said calmly. Riley laughed. “You both need therapy.” Bella called from the couch. “Riley, leave them alone!” “I am not bothering them!” Riley protested. Then she pointed dramatically between us. “I am documenting history.” “Please stop,” I said.

“Not scary—Luna Freda. I returned her purse because she left it in the car. I interrupted her while she was with Beta Ruddy. She almost made me piss my panties. I thought I was going to die in her room.” The others frowned. Ria shook her head. “Lana, you should be used to her already. That’s just how she is. Always cold… the icy queen.” The door opened again and a pale blonde maid entered—slim, long curly hair, freckles, blue eyes. Isabella. She whispered, almost dreamily, “I can’t wait for my Alpha to come back. I miss him so much.” The others looked at her like she was insane. “You’re not serious,” Ria scoffed. “You know his wedding is soon. And you’re still hell-bent, delusional about bei

“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

"And yes, you can see mine, though I don't have much with me." Izzy beamed, her entire demeanor transforming from suspicious to enthusiastic. "Cool! Maybe we could draw together sometime?" "I'd like that." The sound of footsteps interrupted our conversation. We both turned to see Rosa approaching, looking slightly harried. "Isabella! There you are." She looked between us, her expression softening. "I see you've met Miss Winters." "She's Mr. Salvatore's fiancée." Izzy announced, emphasizing the word with obvious relish. "She paints too."

While Isla appreciated his effort to keep the discussion lively, the undercurrent of arrogance in his demeanor left her feeling somewhat detached. As Randy continued, Isla found herself retreating into measured responses, keeping her contributions brief and neutral. Despite his attempts to draw her into the conversation, she maintained a polite distance, carefully navigating the interaction. There were moments when Randy’s charm almost disarmed her, especially when he seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts. However, his tendency to overshadow the discussion with his own narratives reminded her of the imbalance in their dynamic.

"When did you two start with your fuck buddy set up? Come on tell me! I love stories like this!" I urged her and she stared at me with her eyes wide open as if she found my words too scandalous. I rolled my eyes at her. Rory would probably never do it to her friend but if I am not playing Rory here and I am friends with her as Isla Therese. I would have pulled her hair the moment I heard from Kio that he and Gresya are fucking secretly.

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?”