Rizzoli & Isles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Climbing over him, I straddled his chest, looking down at him like prey that I refused to let escape. I whispered, “I hate you, but I can’t lose you even if I want to. You’re mine. I, Elisse La Rovan, am the mate of you, Alpha Dario Dravenhall." His hands gripped my hips instantly. His voice was a low, dangerous warning. “Elisse …” “What?” “Don’t play with me,” he snarled, his fingers sliding to my waist. “You can’t push me away and then crawl on top of me like this.”

I wrapped my hand around the cup to feel warm. The small cut on my palm, from the broken porcelain, is already healing, it scabbed a thin line. Mariel saw it immediately, her eyes narrowed still on it. “That’s new.” She reached across the table, gently turning my hand over. “And it’s healing. It's too neat. Are you seeing someone?” “Just clumsy.” I said pulling my hand back “Paper cut.” “Bullshit.” Her voice was hard. “You are fading, Isola. Start with Elias’s accident, what really happened?”

"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

"Photos. Let's take some the kind that would actually convince someone. A little inappropriate." Yes. If it meant dodging a forced marriage, a few risqué photos were a small price to pay. "Take your shirt off. Hurry," Isla said, breaking free of his hold and tugging him toward the bed by the hand, already reaching for the buttons of his shirt in her nervous rush. Her fingers brushed against skin that felt like it was burning. Grayson's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with something far more dangerous than anger.

I stood in a sea of flames, watching as everything I loved once more was taken away – burned to the ground because of my own stupid, selfish desire… And Rhea--- What the hell had she been thinking?! She knew how dangerous our relationship was, knew why nobody would know. Even if she decided to tell just ONE of her best friends about it, it was over for us. FINISHED! We were finished… Fuck! FUCK!!! “Oh Goddess,” Isabel continued, faking concern. But not even with her sublime acting skills could she hide the slight tilt of her lips or the vicious gleam in her eyes. “I-I thought--- I thought you knew and that’s why---?”

I instantly lose the warmth he was giving and my body cries at the sudden lost of warmth. He was soon next to Luc, stroking his mane. "Let's go ride him then" A/N Isabella will not end up with Andrei. He is just a possible love interest. Don't go falling for him like I have.😭

Isabel POV I hid in my room for a short while, but realized that I have to get back to the kitchen. I went back and Gabrielle was still there, waiting for me. She smiled brightly at me and I was on the edge of tears. She opened her arms and I hugged her, “Why would a high ranked wolf want me?” Gabrielle laughed, “Are you kidding? You’re beautiful, you’re smart, and you kick ass in the kitchen.” I laughed, “Thanks. I just know he’s going to reject me.” Gabrielle grinned while shaking her head, “He came in here looking for you. I talked to him. Hon, he wants you. He doesn’t care what your rank is. You are a blessing to him.” I shook my head, “How can I be sure of that?” She shrugged, “You can’

"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?"

**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.

In my last life, I had screamed myself hoarse trying to make him look at me. I had cursed Lilian White for stealing my man, begged Vincent to remember who his fiancée was, and fought for a place he should have protected without being asked. In the end, all that noise won me nothing. I picked up my phone from the desk. “Professor Hartmann,” I said, my voice steady. “This is Isabella Rossi. I accept your invitation. I will be at the institute in one week.” “I knew you would call eventually, my dear. We have been waiting for you.”