Rizzoli Isles Fanfic Novels & Stories

Nerissa walked more steps towards her. Isabelle didn't move at all. "Stop pestering our marriage, Isabella." "Pestering?" Isabella scoffed. "If I am not mistaken, you might be the one who pestered our marriage when I got kidnapped. Just come to think of it, Nerissa... You took the opportunity of my absence to steal my husband from me, or...you might be even planning to do that even I am just still her girlfriend," Isabella said. Nerissa froze. Then, she chuckled lightly, trying to sound like she's not affected by her words.

“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.”

She tittered. I have noticed Zane staring at me on several occasions but surely she must be exaggerating. "You're just pulling my leg." I spoke defensively. "I'm not. I know because Rion gives me the same look sometimes. But what matters is how you feel about this and the situation you're both in. I've had a run in with Isla only a few times and she makes me feel nervous in a bad way. She can be absolutely vicious and I know for a fact that she won't let you and Zane come together." Ziarre says and the worry is heavy in her voice.

He was supposed to be there, so where was he? I didn’t waste my time thinking of Axel, as I realized that his not being there would make capturing Isla very easy, and I continued to watch Isla until evening arrived. She had spent her time in the restaurant alone and was now heading out. Everything seemed to be turning out perfectly, and there were no loopholes. As Isla approached the door, I stepped away from the restaurant and returned some minutes later. I spoke to her in a calm and loving way, offering her solace by inviting her to an underground spot, and foolishly, she followed me.

Revenge Gone Wrong Isabel pulled away from Marco's embrace when his hand closed on her breast. He should not be touching her like so. He was not her boyfriend or anything. "Marco. You don't have the right to be kicking people out of my life for your selfish reasons. You had your chance with me and you ruined it, " Isabel said, breathing heavily. The effect of Marco's kiss could still be felt. Isabel was silently happy he had shown up in her mind. She didn't want to break Trace's heart. She quickly sent Trace a text apologising and saying they would continue their talk tomorrow. She felt horrible.

DAMIEN ALESSANDRO ROSSI ☠️🖤 Typical Isabella. Always thinking she knew everything about me, making assumptions, and getting mad whenever I did the exact opposite of what she’d expected. It had always been like that, since the moment we got together in Willow creek. Seeing the disappointed look on her face made my lips curl into a smile. But she absolutely had no idea how much effect she had on me. It wasn’t just an urge, it was pure hunger—a burning hunger that kept me awake for nights and worsened after I saw her again.

Her mind was a mess. Meanwhile, Rial continued to babble in her ear about unrelated things, like asking if she was frightened earlier, how he hadn’t expected her to be so scared, and how the injury wasn’t life-threatening... “Can you stop talking?” she asked, frustrated. Rial paused, then smiled. “Alright, I won’t say anything. Don’t be mad.” “...Where do we go now?” Isabel, usually calm, was now flustered due to her anxiety. Rial pointed with his left hand. “The villa on the mountain, the white one with three floors and orange lights on the roof. Do you see it?”

as she walked. Rose, her loyal dog, was waiting for her, tail wagging. "Here, girl," Isabelle said, handing her the food she had taken from the dining room. "I brought you a treat." Rose's ears perked up, and she gobbled up the food eagerly. Isabelle smiled, feeling a small sense of comfort. At least Rose didn't judge her, didn't try to control her like Collins did. As she petted Rose, Isabelle couldn't help but think about the kiss. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she remembered the way Collins' lips had claimed hers. It was a kiss that had left her breathless, a kiss that had made her feel alive. But she was supposed to hate him, not enjoy his touch. Isabelle felt a pang of guilt a

She didn’t finish her words when Zero claimed her lips. Zero’s hand went down to her left thigh and lifted the hem of her dress as he went through her center. They shared kisses and began to produce fire, their libidos aroused. Suddenly, Zero pushed her into the wall, her back facing him. She leaned her hand into the cold wall and let Zero pull down the strap of her panty. With a rush, Zero unzipped his trousers and let his cock slip out of his brief, and entered Isla’s core. “Ah!” she exclaimed because of him entering her harshly.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you and that wretch Isabella are up to! Are you happy? You ruined my engagement party!” Zoe sneered. She was done talking rubbish with crazy people. She grabbed a fistful of hair, and Chloe, not to be outdone, did the same. “You delusional third party! Other woman! Slut!” Zoe screamed as she dragged even harder. Chloe couldn’t beat her with words, but she kept screeching, “You know nothing, Zoe Finn. I’m the victim. I’m the wronged one. Isabella fucking Rossi is ruining my life!”