Rizzoli & Isles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Helena, were you that envious of 17-year-old me? You forged a video, making people think it was me with one of Ryder’s hockey rivals during Burn Fire. And now you want me to trust you?” “Oh, oh… you forgot me stealing Ryder and having him all to myself till now,” Isla spat, her voice dripping with mockery. I rolled my eyes. That’s even part of it. There’s so much you’ve done to me, I can’t even begin to say. Tears burned my eyes. “You two ruined me, my perfect future , every damn thing! You even… stole my husband from me! Isla—who never cared for sports—somehow joined the cheerleading team just to get Ryder’s attention.

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 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

Several male wolves, including Roman, turned toward her instantly, making my wolf react viciously. I tightened my grip around the glass in my hand hard enough to crack it slightly. ‘Control yourself.’ I thought. Across the room, Isla finally looked toward me. Then froze. The tension between us hit instantly and was somehow impossible to break. She runs over to where I stood, rushing over to meet Ethan, who was serving the guests. She mistakenly tripped, almost falling, but I caught her before she could. The moment our hands met, everything exploded. Pain ripped violently through my chest. Isla gasped deeply beside me as energy surged through the ballroom.

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.

I know this because I've seen this same look in Rion's eyes while Ziarre was alive. “You're part of her scheme, aren't you? How long have you been betraying Zane, how long have you been plotting and scheming with Isla?” I demanded and his eyes simply narrowed but there was no reaction, almost like he expected this. “You look like a mess, I'm taking it Isla has really gotten to you. As for your question, it's my right to put my own needs and desires above my expected loyalties to a false Alpha.

Elias' face drained of color, his expression wounded. "Don't say such horrible things, Renee. You'll ruin our bond as husband and wife." "Is there even anything left to ruin?" I shot back with a sneer. "Your connection with Isabel seems far stronger now, doesn't it?" "You're just jealous of Isabel. She's nothing more than a colleague. There's absolutely nothing between us," Elias explained. I met his lies with silence, my scornful gaze boring into him. He had no clue that my phone held countless photos of him in bed with Isabel—pictures she had purposely sent to provoke me.

Isabella’s confused brows pinched together, her mouth twitching into a bewildered shape, She opened her lips, but the question never made it out before Clarissa’s voice came again to give the follow up explanation, an explanation that immediately filled up her bladders with hot excess urine, “Our cover is a blown girl. I just ran into Isla at the police station. You won't believe that bitch filed a report….and she turned in Damien’s dashcam.” Isabella gasped audibly, her face instantly draining of all its colour. Her head was beginning to swell. The blood inside it is freezing up. She pressed her back to the shelf, trying to hold herself steady. In the background, Clarissa’s voice continued

“You bring her up in conversations that don’t concern her. You let her get away with everything. She stabbed you and a week later, she’s in your bed. Are you blind to it or are you just ignorant?” “Don’t push it, Ricardo.” He stepped closer, his jaw tight. “No, you’re not hearing me, Lorenzo. If it were anyone else, I would have been happy for you. But this is Isla we’re talking about. She’s dangerous. She looks at you like she wants to slit your throat.” That part made it fun. I didn’t say that out loud though. I wasn’t ready for another round of lectures from him. “It was just to get her out of my system. It won’t happen again.”

Everyone was shocked at Liam’s boldness. Riri's eyes widened in surprise, her jaws dropped in shock. "Miss Taylor, I apologize for his imprudence," Isabella quickly intervened, flashing a deadly glare at Liam. She knew he might do something crazy, but she never expected something this wild. Lost in her attraction to the bold, handsome man before her, Riri just watched in awe and wonder. Seeing that Riri was captivated, Isabella quickly removed Liam's hand from Riri's. Liam flashed another smile at Riri before eventually breaking eye contact and turning to leave.