Cod Ghost Riley Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s gone.” “Look at you. Glowing.” Riley smacked my arm. “Glowing and doing heroic shit for your cougar.” I rolled my eyes and gave her a playful shove. “Stop calling her that.” “Oh, come on.” Alex nudged me with his elbow. “You saved her career. You hacked a system, exposed a predator, and got the girl. That’s like… hot boy vigilante behavior.” “Is this what being loved looks like?” Riley said with mock sincerity. “Because it’s making me emotional.”

Riley facepalmed himself " You know this is the same question I've been asking myself 3 days ago... You won't even imagine how hard it is to deal with him." " You're still lucky that you didn't see him drunk." " What? He can be worse?" " You can't ever imagine." We stood up and walked into the warehouse to join the others " Kairo, let's go." I shouted as I remembered him still dancing and singing He came. I was walking with them in the hall. " By the way, where is Sofia?" " She is-" He tried to say when someone appeared and shot us. The bullet crushed Riley's body. I caught him to not hit the ground aggressively

Lena pulled up to the warehouse just before midnight. The street was empty, the building dark except for a faint red glow leaking under the side door. She killed the engine and sat for a second, heart already beating faster. Her body remembered last night too well. Tthe way Riley’s fingers had felt, the way she’d come hard enough to shake. She grabbed her bag and walked inside. Riley was already there, adjusting cables near the main rig. He wore the same black shirt, sleeves rolled up. When he saw her, a slow smile crossed his face. “You came back.”

she whispered to herself, anxiety and anticipation mixing in her chest. She stepped outside into the backyard. The night air was cool against her heated skin. Her eyes scanned the property until she noticed a smaller building at the far end — a sturdy training room or storage house, separate from the main mansion. Light glowed from inside. Riley walked toward it, her pulse quickening with every step. When she reached the door, she hesitated for only a second before pushing it open. Carl was inside. He was shirtless again, punching a heavy bag with powerful, controlled strikes. Sweat glistened on his muscular back and shoulders, making the tattoos on his skin stand out even more. The sight ma

RILEYS POV This place was quiet. Too quiet. Just enough cover to feel exposed. I adjusted the tiny voice recorder in my purse, checking it one more time. It was already recording, good. At least I wasn’t walking into this completely unarmed. I texted Caleb before stepping out of my car. “If anything happens, I’m at the Civic Garage on Fifth. Don’t ask. Just… come if I call.” But there was no reply yet. A man was already there, leaning against a sleek black car like he was auditioning for a villain in a N*****x series. He was wearing some expensive loafers, designer jacket and a smile too polished to be real.

Humans don’t have as strong of a scent as werewolves do, but Riley always smells a bit like the ocean and key lime pie. “Ainsley, what’re you doing with this mutt? Are you keeping him as a pet?” Gavin’s gravelly voice sneers as he leans up against the lockers next to us. I look up to see him standing uncomfortably close. Jordan and Mark are right behind him snickering. “Fuck off, Gavin. Leave her alone.” Riley moves me behind him to confront Gavin. I see Gavin’s expression grow darker. “Or what? You gonna do something about it, mutt?”

That's good, eventually she will lose her sense of reasoning soon, for a cup of water. Draco bowed his head in respect to Mr B along with his other men that were inside the room. Agent Cody was nowhere to be found, he had him in another job which was trying to find out if Riley has any family members, one that wasn't made known to the Agency based on the fact that she was an orphan. Mr.B sat down, a few meters away from the blood, Riley's blood that had dirtied the floor. Another man came walking inside the room carrying a briefcase that was handed over to Mr.B.

Ted Making my way out of the coffee shop, I headed back to the hotel with some coffee and donuts. I figured Violet would be hungry and I needed her to have her strength. I was pretty confident that she would be there when I arrived back at the hotel. I had my men watching in case anything happened while I was going. I made my way into the lobby where everything seemed to be the same as when I left. Making my way to the elevator, I pushed the button as the doors opened right up. Steeping in, I hit the button again and rode up to my floor. Once the doors opened again, I walked down the hall toward the room. I was about three doors away when I noticed something was different. The closer I got,

Matt was laying back with his eyes closed, most likely trying to use the time to heal from his injuries. I had walked over and scooped her up as careful as I could, Riley barely stirring in my hold. After setting her on the bed and covering her up with the blanket, I stood there for longer than was possibly necessary, she looked angelic. The features that had been twisted into anger and hurt over her friend, were now smooth and relaxed, and I swore it made me want to personally go and kill every single person that dared do anything that would cause Riley any type of pain. The office smelled faintly of smoke and paper. This specific office was Cade’s, Taylor didn’t have one due to personal ch

The man grips his collar, the blood stains his shirt. “You know,” Riley moves his gaze down at the shot leg “You are the one,” he utters “Who deserves to die,” he moves the pistol to the wound, the gun point on the already holed muscle, he squinted his eyes ignores the push of the man as his strength is already drained. Shot!