Rizzoli & Isles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

~ADRIAN~ Ashley had begun to calm down, her shoulders relaxed like she wanted to believe it. But Isabella’s laugh ruined that moment completely. It wasn’t a soft laugh. It was sharp, cold, and filled with something dangerous. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, a smirk tugging at her lips as she looked at Ashley. “Is that what you think?” Isabella asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That he wants you?” Then she jammed her hands together and said, "Okay let’s say he does. Then why didn't he pull back when he was kissing me earlier?”

i thought Kizzy likes you but am happy she is with Nick . Ben -You were jealous ? Riss-Why won’t I be ?She is all over you when you came . Ben-I guess .So how is your new school treating you . Riss-I love it !I have lots of friends here .Everyone love me .There is this guy ,Darrel ...well we are texting and he is flirting with me tho he is fun to be with . Ben -He should back off !and why are you even chatting with him . Riss-Jealous much ?

Izzy's attempt to cover herself seemed futile as he had already seen everything, and the memory of her beauty lingered vividly in his mind. "Fabian, you are married, and your wife will never stop taunting me," Izzy explained, her voice tinged with frustration. Suddenly, Fabian erupted into laughter, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he effortlessly removed all her clothes, revealing her perfect body. His desire ignited and began to ravish her, but his excitement was interrupted when he noticed the marks on her belly. Izzy had forgotten that she was hiding something crucial from Fabian, a secret that now threatened to unravel if she couldn't find a better excuse.

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.

Chapter Fourteen First Person’s Perspective Belle Fifty minutes That’s how long I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do to Rowan I paced in my room, Isla practically vibrating with anticipation *We should rip his throat out*, she suggested cheerfully *what? No, We’re not ripping anyone’s throat out… not yet* *Fine, then break his legs… both of them* *Also no* *Ugh! You’re no fun* The truth was, I didn’t know what I wanted to do to him

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.

Nia entered with a tray and Isabella looked at her. “I have made some pizza and wanted someone to share with. After all, what can be better than watching a movie while eating pizza with your friend?” Nia sat beside her and put the pizza dragging a coffee table in front of her bed. “Come, I have prepared your favorite coffee.” Nia placed the cup, but Isabella was lost in her thought. “What happened?” Nia asked when she noticed Isabella didn’t jump on her coffee. “Mam Alicia wants me to join Rossi corporation as Mr. Rossi’s secretary,” Isabella said and Nia choked on her coffee.

While Isla appreciated his effort to keep the discussion lively, the undercurrent of arrogance in his demeanor left her feeling somewhat detached. As Randy continued, Isla found herself retreating into measured responses, keeping her contributions brief and neutral. Despite his attempts to draw her into the conversation, she maintained a polite distance, carefully navigating the interaction. There were moments when Randy’s charm almost disarmed her, especially when he seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts. However, his tendency to overshadow the discussion with his own narratives reminded her of the imbalance in their dynamic.

Isabelle only managed to say until Rica started to move and snuggled more into her presence. “It was once in a blue moon for a fallen rogue to find their true mates that even distance couldn’t break their bond.” Frizabelle added while smiling at what they were witnessing between Rica and Isabelle. Rica went to move once again and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled over the view of Isabelle but once she really got everything cleared, she jolted up. Isabelle was hit by that sudden move from her mate. “I’m sorry, my bad.” Rica immediately apologized as she cupped Isabelle’s face and looked worried while checking any bruises from her sudden hit.