Huey Riley Novels & Stories

"I'm looking for Mr. Bancroft." Riley froze for a few precious seconds before her head snapped up, judging the distance between a shadowed man and the gun in her toolbox. He stepped forward into the circle of her light, closing the distance between them. Riley's heart slammed against her ribs as his face became visible and she recognized the most ruthless man in the city. Soloman Hart, mafia kingpin, was standing in her garage, staring down at her with cold intent. He now stood directly between her and her gun. Not that she thought it would do any good against a man like him.

ouhy stared at the headline in the Chicago Tribune. His breakfast eggs and bacon lay untouched on his plate and his coffee grew cold as he read the six words over and over. SHOCKING MURDERS STUN SMALL-TOWN POLICE “I’ll have somebody’s head for this,” Touhy said and then read the byline: George Riley, special correspondent T It was that reporter from Chicago stirring up trouble. And a story like this would make more trouble, would bring more reporters from other places asking questions about things they shouldn’t even know about.

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

The diner door swung open behind Brittany, and Riley stepped out onto the sidewalk. His face contorted with rage when he spotted Honey standing there with Grayson. In that split second, Honey could see the transformation, the handsome, charming lawyer she'd once married morphed into something unrecognizable, his features twisted by fury. He must have tried to charm the diner owner, but seeing them here with Brittany, the mask had dropped. "What the hell is this?" Riley's gaze darted between Brittany and Honey. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he fixed on Grayson. "Of course you called them, you fucking little bitch."

“You’re the daughter of an Elder.” Riley shifted her gaze away. “The Warriors were under orders from Harrison and the other Elders – my mom had no idea what was going on. She burst in and found me handcuffed and nearly tore their throats out.” “Good!” I had always liked Sylvia. She was the only Elder with any integrity. “But who busted your lip?” “I struggled when they tried to detain me,” Riley said, a smile dimpling her normally sharp face, “I kind of got shoved into a wall before they could get the cuffs on.”

As they neared the villa, Riley pointed out Yoel, dozing off in the same gazebo as before. Ever since Yoel was tapped to be the Eastern District marshal, Mystical Chubby had taken on the role of Howard's chauffeur. He was having the time of his life, delighting in every playful moment with Riley. Mystical Chubby chuckled. "Riley, Mr. Louis is honing his craft!" "Honing his craft? What kind of craft? I want to learn too!" Riley's big eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You want to learn? How about I teach you some other time?" Mystical Chubby offered with a grin.

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.