Rizzoli Isles Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

"Attack first." "…What?" Rigo raised his hands, curling them like claws. "Rawr." Isla grinned. "He's been attacking you with feelings. You should attack back." I stared at them like they'd lost their minds. "And then what?" "What else?" Isla sang, already leaning toward Rigo, who was grinning like a child seconds before a sugar rush. "Dinner date," she finished, triumphant. The two of them clapped, their joy loud and infectious—pure and unfiltered. They were so sure. So sure this was where the story led.

We stood in the middle of my dorm room, staring at each other like every other space around us did not exist. Rowan flashed across my mind again and I couldn't help but think if Ellis was doing something like that too behind my back. No! Block that thought out of your mind, Isla. In order to push it further away from my head, I threw my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Ellis didn't hesitate to reciprocate. His hands wrapped around my waist in milliseconds, pulling me closer into himself as he moved against my lips in the most perfect rhythm.

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.

Zipporah swallowed quickly, her eyes were never as much a good liar as her lips, so she glanced away when she answered, “the mafia, It’s all real.” Isabella’s eyes caved into sympathy, she drew Zipporah’s chin to face her, “when they come, they’ll have all of us to deal with.” The way she declared her words told Zipporah that she wasn’t just talking about Rose and Alexandra. The sight before her when they walked into her room was of Alexandra and rose stretched out on her bed. They looked so peaceful and adorable, the laptop they were watching N*****x on was still playing before Isabella put it off. She smiled as she skinned her clothes off her body. When she stepped into the shower she soak

“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.”

Elise would be able to find a sense of peace in the Alley that she’d likely never have in Shadow Peak. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of the idea before, except that his heart and mind were still having a hard time accepting everything that had happened. He was still trying to function within a framework that no longer existed, but it probably was time to make a change— and he had the remarkable woman walking beside him to thank for the idea. Unable to stop himself, Razl suddenly swung her up into his arms, holding her against his chest. Then he lowered his head and took her mouth in a blistering kiss that was hungry and deep and invasive, making it clear just how badly he wanted her.

**Chapter 155: Honeymoon Shadows** The first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains of the honeymoon villa, painting the room in soft gold. I woke slowly, deliciously sore, with Damien’s heavy arm draped possessively across my waist and his warm breath against the back of my neck. My new wedding band and engagement ring caught the light as I shifted, a constant reminder that I was now Isla Voss in every possible way. Damien stirred behind me, pulling me tighter against his naked body. His cock was already hard, nestled between my thighs.

My heart thrummed wildly, my stomach twisting into knots at the thought of what could happen if I failed to get to Izzy on time. "Please be safe, Izzy. Please," I breathed, my gaze darting around the elevator as it began to move. I couldn't afford to lose her, not when I'd just managed to meet her again. The moment the elevator slid open, I dashed out of it. Relief flooded me at the sight of Isabella, who was walking down the corridor with her friend. Isabella didn't notice me at first, but her friend did. "Isn't that..." When Izzy's gaze met mine, she furrowed her brows at me. I looked away from her, glancing around to make sure the sneaky bastard was nowhere in sight.

“It was my childhood friend, Eloisa. We were both friends, nothing more but I think she kinda likes me. She kept telling me she'd be my mate and she pestered me into touching her, wanting us to make some practice on how we're gonna mate when we turn out to be mates. Silly we.. We only touched each other, nothing more. I felt so weird doing it then…” I smirked after hearing his comment.. “I'm jealous,” I finally mumble, blowing the strand of hair dangling in front of my eyes. “Don't be, Isabel. I'm all yours. She's not my mate but you are and I'm glad to have you as mine…” “Are you still in touch with her?” I asked, dipping my hands in the water which was bubbling with foams . “No..” “Why?” “