Gone To See The River Man Novels & Stories

The guy replied. "Oh, okay, thanks.” River muttered, her tone tinged with frustration. "How could Dad not do anything about this?" She lamented inwardly. "If that's all, then.” The guy said, trailing off as he retreated back inside. River stood outside the arcade for a moment, wiping away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She then hailed another taxi, and as it drove away, the young man watched until it disappeared from sight. The taxi came to a stop in front of a towering black gate. River stepped out, suitcase in one hand, and handed some cash to the driver with the other. "Keep the change." She said with a dismissive wave before striding away.

It was perfect. They sat in a booth—Liam, Aurora, the three kids. Marcus and Sophia took the table next to them. River sat on Liam’s lap. He refused to sit in his own chair. He wanted contact. He wanted to know that the man in the suit wasn't going to disappear. Liam fed him french fries. One by one. "Good?" Liam asked. "Good," River said. He dipped a fry in ketchup. He offered it to Liam. Liam ate it. Ketchup and all.

She tells Robin her clothing and shoe size and Robin gets out of the truck and heads into the store. As Robin comes into the store he feels a sense of relief to find the store keeper Tobin behind the desk. He greets the old man, who in turn doesn’t even lift his gaze from his paper he’s reading, instead he lifts a finger and reply’s with a, “hey Rob, nice to see you back in town, it’s been a while.” He then continues reading his paper because he’s not much of a person that likes conversation. Robin knows him well and doesn’t take offence.

River says, standing, outstretching his hand that Jaeger hesitates to take. “Really?” He asks with a raised brow and River gazes at him for a second, but he swiftly clears his throat and speaks in a less surprised voice. “I challenged you,” he points out, trying to maintain a stoic expression, and River can’t help the snicker that escapes his lips. “You challenged my ability to comprehend your concerns. I had a job to do.” River says, and the man smiles, out of pure and genuine respect. — After the meeting, the rest of River’s day went well, but he’d made another decision that day. Instead of going straight home, he takes a detour, ending up at the one place he hadn’t expected to be that eve

“Please, save my Papa. We’ll do whatever you say, I promise.” “Good. We’ll chit-chat after I am done trying to save your father.” River supplied before kneeling in front of the pale-looking unconscious man on the table. She blinked and nodded at Sofia simultaneously. “Let me.” Sofia retreated and stood back. River knew she hadn't done this before but she also knew that she had not done a lot of things she had been doing these past few days before, but she had been doing them by being determined. She had more than determination as her fuel now. She had a promise to fulfill. She placed her hands on the man’s wounds, his blood seeping between her fingers. This time, she did not channel rage nor

“But you’ll do.” “I — what?” “You must be the not-as-hot twin?” I drop the lemon. The bouncer chuckles softly. I give him a dismissive glare and watch him leave. Releasing her backpack strap, the girl holds out that hand. For a moment, her smile seems brashly familiar, but I can’t place it. “Name’s River.” I lean over the bar and take her outstretched hand. “Enrique.” “I know … the actor,” she snarls. “I’ve googled you guys on the bus. It was a loooonggg drive. Do you know what it’s like to sleep next to a man named Phil who brushes his teeth with soda?”

Jace wanted to argue, wanted to say it didn’t feel fake, but River was already moving toward the door. “I’m heading out,” River said casually, grabbing his phone. “Where?” Jace asked quickly. River paused but didn’t look back. “Visiting someone.” Jace stepped forward. “I’m bored. I’ll come with you.” River finally turned, his expression flat. “No. It’s personal.” Jace’s lips parted, ready to protest, but River was already walking away. *************** River took a quick shower, emerging minutes later dressed in a fitted black top and joggers. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead, and he looked effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes.

Cas sighed, “I don’t want to go back.” “Why not?” River asked, and I hadn’t even noticed she was listening to our conversation. That girl could be playing with playdough in her own world and then suddenly focus back on me without me realizing it. That is how she accidentally saw a very tiny clip of a PG-16 movie trailer on my phone. She was busy doing something, and I thought I had time to watch the new Deadpool trailer, but I had been very wrong. Cas smiled at River, “what are you making?”

I just felt numb. Dead inside. A soft sound broke through my thoughts. I looked up and saw River reemerge from the hallway, waving me over. I stood and walked toward her, my footsteps slower this time, heavier. “Is everything alright?” I asked quietly. She gave me a small smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “He wants to see the man that saved his life.” I swallowed hard. “Or… the man who almost took it.” She lightly smacked my arm. “Don’t say that. If you hadn’t donated your blood—”

River is slightly smaller in beef than Bull, but the guy is solid muscle, and his face is one of those you just have to think second about. He might lack in the personality department but can't say the brother isn't funny at times. He has what I call dry humor. You either get it or don't but you ain't gonna see the man smiling. Well, I did watch him laugh for a good hour when he first came. He was watching the footage of us getting ours asses handed to us by Beauty. He and Killer both found it amusing. Guarantee, they wouldn't have been so thrilled if they were there. When I found out River was the one who sent us to Kanla when the drug cartel decided to use this place as their waste ground