Rizzoli Isles Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.”

Elisa stood frozen in the middle of the guestroom, trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was already stripped down to her underwear. There was nothing left for her to hide behind. Her skin felt too exposed, the air too cold, Rowan’s stare too heavy. “What… what are you saying?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Rowan stood a few feet away, his chest rising and falling unevenly. The fury from earlier had burned down into something far more dangerous—jealousy sharpened by fear.

“You could have had him killed. Hell, you could have had both of you killed.” “I think I saw Isla,” I said in a calm voice. The expression of anger slipped off her face for a split second. “What do you mean you saw Isla?” “I saw a wolf but I know that's Isla.” She swallowed. “That’s impossible. Isla is an omega.” I scratched my head. That was true. We had always known that Isla was an omega and her wolf was no where to be found but I was sure that was Isla. I just couldn't prove it.

I wondered if she had ever felt the kind of pain and confusion that I was experiencing. "Hailey!" I exclaimed, interrupting their conversation. Her face lit up with excitement. "Isla! Oh my god, it's so good to see you in that suit!" She turned to the man beside her. "Ryann, this is my best friend, Isla, and babe, meet Ryann, a sound engineer, we are working on my album together ." Ryann smiled at me, his eyes warm and enthusiastic. "Nice to meet you, Isla," he said.

Richard finally turned around and the first thing Isa noticed was his displeased expression as his face was contorted into a snarl. "Welcome back little bird, you had fun didn't you? at the Island?" the question seemed rhetorical and sarcastic but Isla answered nonetheless not knowing what else to do. "Yea it was beautiful" she answered nervously as Richard picked up a khaki colored envelope from the study table. You had too much fun according to this" with that said, Richard emptied out the envelope's contents and a dozen pictures came out of it. Picures of her and Alexander kissing at the Island, making out, laughing, some were even taken from the window of the condominium with Alexander o

Accept Noemi and end my relationship with Isabel? Noemi unbuttons my shirt and I undress the strapless gown that she is putting on, our lips touch and I feel the sparks of electricity that light at every touch we have. Push her away, Jared. You love Isabel and what you are doing right now means that you were only toying with her. My guilty conscience screams at me to stop. But Noemi touches my dick again and the entire world disappears from my eyes. The only thing that I can think about is Noemi’s hard touch and teaching my very own climax.

Izzy's attempt to cover herself seemed futile as he had already seen everything, and the memory of her beauty lingered vividly in his mind. "Fabian, you are married, and your wife will never stop taunting me," Izzy explained, her voice tinged with frustration. Suddenly, Fabian erupted into laughter, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he effortlessly removed all her clothes, revealing her perfect body. His desire ignited and began to ravish her, but his excitement was interrupted when he noticed the marks on her belly. Izzy had forgotten that she was hiding something crucial from Fabian, a secret that now threatened to unravel if she couldn't find a better excuse.

"Besides, affairs of the Rossi family should naturally be handled by their members and their allies." The word "allies" rolled off his tongue gently, but it still grated on the ears. Enzo ignored him and only looked at Isabella. "Bella, let's talk." "I don't want to." "Not even five minutes?" Isabella was silent for two seconds, then she suddenly let out a soft laugh. "Enzo, a respectable ex-husband should be as quiet as the dead. We're divorced, and yet you followed me to Vorema to corner me. Don't you find it embarrassing?"

For the briefest of moments, I think that our woman is jealous. “You have no right to exile my people.” Isla stands and moves in front of her husband. Touching the metal brace on her arm, she quietly reminds him, “This says that they are my people too. It also says that you are mine and I am yours. If you wish to seek your pleasure with another, that is fine, you obviously do not desire me. But you will keep your affairs discreet.”

"I think I need to sleep for a week first." "Not a chance," Julian whispered, kissing the top of my head. "We have a lot of lost time to make up for." I looked at them—my two best friends, my two lovers. I wasn't the "good girl" anymore. I was Isla, the woman who had finally taken exactly what she wanted. And I knew, as we stepped out of the shower and reached for our towels, that this was only the beginning of our story.