Rizzoli Isles Fanfic Novels & Stories

I said, “you’re going to pretend you’re not suspect number one? Sienna goes missing on the night she’s supposed to wear your ring, and suddenly her anklet appears at the entrance like a breadcrumb trail? You think I don’t see what this is?” Vincenzo’s eyes darkened—offense, anger, something far more lethal. “Is this about Celeste?” I added. The name hits Isla like a slap. Her face tightens. Her shoulders stiffen. Something flickers behind her eyes—jealousy? Disgust? Curiosity? But she masks it almost immediately. My voice slices the air. Vincenzo’s nostrils flared. “Watch your mouth.” “Seriously? Vincenzo, you know damn well Celeste always liked them young. Ask Nero.”

he muttered before continuing walking down the hallway. After taking some few steps away from Isabella, Sebastian halted, turned around and slammed his right hand against Isabella’s pussy wall with a fierce intensity, causing an instant rush of ecstasy to overwhelm her. ~~~~ Author’s note: Dear lovely readers, I know many of you might begin to dislike Isabella, but please remember that every character has a backstory. This novel is a steamy one, so I’m sure some of you anticipated much of what’s to come. Rest assured, there will be no depiction of rape in this story.

But Elena had been quicker than she anticipated, and now Isabella was left feeling humiliated and vulnerable. Isabella had been overjoyed earlier in the day when Elizabeth had invited her to the Niki restaurant. However, her excitement quickly turned to rage when she spotted Elena making her way towards the entrance. Isabella had planned to confront Elena and physically harm her, but before she could even approach her, Elena had spilled wine all over her. Now, Isabella was left with no choice but to play the victim and seek comfort from Elizabeth, who seemed to be buying her story.

I laughed. “We should dance more,” Isabella noted. “I love dancing with you.” “I love dancing with you because it reminds me,” I told her. “Reminds you of what?” Isabella asked, puzzled. “It reminds me of the day I fell for the mafia princess,” I said, with the biggest smile on my face humanly possible. THE END…. Want to know about… Isabella’s and Zander’s wedding? The birth of the twins? And more? STAY TUNED FOR THE BONUS CHAPTERS

So, what she said next was crucial. “So,” Zira started putting on her best smile, “a lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours, right? I survived a rogue attack. Isaiah found his mate. Isabella’s mate is a girl. This should be a celebration of all celebrations, am I right?” Zelda face-palmed herself while Luna Bella and Isabella looked at Zira like she was crazy. This is what happens when you leave it up to your daughter. Zelda thought. Yup, that’s my best friend. Ruining things. Her specialty. Isabella thought, wishing she could melt into the couch.

One waved his hand impatiently while the other lit a cigarette, muttering under his breath. ‎They didn’t look at her. ‎Didn’t care. ‎Good. ‎Isabella stepped closer. ‎Careful. ‎Measured. ‎Her small hand brushed lightly against the side of the boat. ‎Rough wood beneath her fingers. ‎Solid. ‎Real. ‎This was it. ‎For a brief second, something flickered inside her. ‎What if you’re wrong? ‎Her fingers curled slightly. ‎Then stilled. ‎Standing still was death. ‎She moved.

“Actually, I came here for a reason.” Isla smiled softly. “What reason?” “Now that I’m officially someone’s girlfriend,” Serena announced proudly, “I think I deserve a solo date with my best friend.” I watched Isla’s expression brighten slightly, and despite the anxiety still eating away at me, I felt relieved seeing her look more relaxed. “A girls’ day?” Isla asked. “Yes. A dramatic, expensive, healing girls’ day.” “You just want an excuse to spend Louis’ money.” “Exactly.”

Because that is exactly what I wanted to do. “Remind me why I’m doing this again?” I muttered. “Because Ricci would have made your life hell if you didn't,” Isabella smirked while crossing her arms. She has obviously come to realize that I wasn't as much in love with Ricci as she had expected. “And, deep down, you know you love drama.” I shot her a glare. “I do not.” She shrugged. “Whatever you say.” I grimaced, massaging my temples. This was insane. A fake honeymoon? Ricci had already ghost-written me into matrimony, and now he wanted to fly, shoot and edit a whole vacation?

Her lips slightly parted. The air between them crackled. By morning, it was everywhere. “Old Flames? Blackwell and Wilde Heat Up Gala.” “Revenge Romance or Business act?” #Islian was trending in the whole internet Elena barged into Isla’s office with a tablet. “You broke the internet.” Isla, seated in her glass office with an espresso, she didn’t even blink. “Let them talk.” “You looked like you were about to kiss him,” Elena muttered. “Was it... real?”

"Gamma Talia is my father’s younger sister. She’s a badass and good friends with my mom and Ela. Rishi’s mom?" Rishi had told me he and Osiah were mates, and I couldn’t be happier for him. He also told me they spent the night together and that he lost his virginity. I was surprised he went so fast, but they were mates and honestly, Rishi had complained about being a virgin for years. I wondered if he was a bottom or a top. "I don’t think that’s something you can just ask people," Elise, my wolf, said. I mean, Rishi always asked me inappropriate questions about my sexlife, so why not? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind telling me. The next time I see him, I'll ask. I was pretty sure he was a bottom. O