Rizzoli & Isles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then again he found everything about her absolutely endearing. "It's simple. Do you like me Isla? Are you attracted to me? Cause I sure as hell am I can't bear to see another man close to you even today, I killed Jamerson a thousand different ways in my head. I always wann a see you laughing, smiling and never shedding a tear. I am so attracted to you that when I saw you in this sinful dress coming out of your room I wanted to feel you up win every way possible, run my hands along your delicate curves and the mere thought of that so called fiancé of yours near you was driving me mad or when the other day

As dangerous as it may be, she fished her phone out of her pocket and quickly dialed a number. After a few rings, someone picks up, "Re-" "Goddammit Ricco, fucking finally!" She exclaimed, pinning the phone securely between her head and her shoulder before going back to driving her motorcycle with both hands. She kept a firm grip on the wheel as she efficiently slip through cars. Isabella was lucky that there wasn't much traffic, despite being in a busy city. If New York had been as packed as it usually was, she would have been long caught by the police.

Every eye went to his signet ring on my finger. “Smile,” he murmured against my ear. “Let them think you’re happy to be mine.” “I’m not.” “Lie better.” Russo found us by the ice sculpture. He was fifty, silver, and smiling like he hadn’t had his son killed last week. “Alessandro,” he said, kissing both cheeks. “You came. And you brought…” His eyes dropped to me. “Forgive me, I don’t think we’ve met.” “Isabella Rossi,” I said before Alessandro could. No fear. No apologies.

He never really pays attention to me…but I know how to keep other girls away from him. Any girl who dared to approach my Rizz went missing in a week. “It’s about Rizz…” Myla comes closer, gulping anxiously. My brows furrow at her. “He was holding hands with that new girl, Hailey Randle. They were standing inches closer, and she even returned him the jacket he might have lent her.” “She is trying to get closer to your man.” Enraged, I close my fingers into a tight fist.

I could sense the jealousy lacing through that timid voice of hers, a quiet storm she tried to mask. “Calista would be around with her husband, that Lycan king,” I said, my jaw tightening as I leaned back. “I should satisfy her with this before she vanishes again. Taking you with me would only heighten her anger toward me.” My brow furrowed, the weight of the truth dragging it down. I frowned. “Then I’ll have to attend the party too,” Isla said suddenly, her chin lifting as though she had just thrown down a challenge. “I’ll be Liam’s date.”

"You love someone else. You want to marry another girl. I had heard it in the capital. So what the hell did I do wrong by asking the Priestess to break our bond? I just wanted to survive and move on with my life." "By letting me fuck you against a tree?" Ezra mocked coldly. He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing my lips. "Did you enjoy it, Riley? Did you like how rough I was? When I put my cock into you, you were shivering so bad. And your pussy was so tight it almost seemed like nobody had fuck you in ages. Is it because Axel is a weak puss?" “Shut up!” I lost my temper and yelled at him. “You don’t get to talk about Axel like that!”

Elisa stood frozen in the middle of the guestroom, trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was already stripped down to her underwear. There was nothing left for her to hide behind. Her skin felt too exposed, the air too cold, Rowan’s stare too heavy. “What… what are you saying?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Rowan stood a few feet away, his chest rising and falling unevenly. The fury from earlier had burned down into something far more dangerous—jealousy sharpened by fear.

“I’ll make him see he belongs with me. He has to.” And as Mr. Williams held his daughter close, a storm of obsession brewed in the room, desperate, delusional, and unstoppable. Isabella's pov I was fluffing up the last pillow on Julian’s bed, trying to move as fast as I could. The bathroom shower had gone silent minutes ago, which meant he’d be out any second. And the last thing I needed was an awkward run in first thing in the morning. “Just two more seconds…” I muttered under my breath, tucking the sheets in and smoothing them with my palm.

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.”

"Attack first." "…What?" Rigo raised his hands, curling them like claws. "Rawr." Isla grinned. "He's been attacking you with feelings. You should attack back." I stared at them like they'd lost their minds. "And then what?" "What else?" Isla sang, already leaning toward Rigo, who was grinning like a child seconds before a sugar rush. "Dinner date," she finished, triumphant. The two of them clapped, their joy loud and infectious—pure and unfiltered. They were so sure. So sure this was where the story led.