Huey X Riley Novels & Stories

He suggested Riley nodded "He is right" You guys should go back to the scene while I find out who he met recently" Riley said Ok" Liam agreed with both of them If you find out anything remembers to call me" He said as Riley nodded Riley is a female officer who is known for her great hacking skills Which gave her the chance to work with Liam and Joel They both left and entered the car Joel drove the car back to the murder site They parked the car at the side Got down and entered the house

My Lycan roared, sound cracking the trees, promising ruin to anything that touched her. Riley I actually clapped. Couldn’t help it. “Finally!” I shouted, ducking under a swipe. “Storm Daddy’s here! Took you long enough!” Kael shredded a wolf, golden eyes snapping to me. “Riley.” “What?!” I yelled back, stabbing another. “I’m multitasking! Murder and commentary!” We fell into rhythm: him precise, me chaos. One lunged for me—he shredded it. One lunged for him—I tripped it and yelled, “ASSIST!”

Next to him sat Killian, nervously plucking at his guitar. Several beefy roadies – and Riley, of all people – stood in the middle of the suite like a barrier between the warring sides. Riley was sporting a purple bruise on her cheek, but otherwise didn’t look any the worse for wear. As long as you could overlook the dried blood on her wifebeater. As soon as Miles and I walked in, though, Derek and Ryan stood up. “Are you okay?” they both asked at the same time, then glared at each other.

“Yes… I’m happy. Incredibly happy. And relieved. I think this reunion healed a lot inside me… All my secrets are out. I’ve met the people I needed to meet. I feel like I can breathe freely again.” Her mates exchanged relieved smiles. They have all been extremely busy these days. Leo with the final months of his mayoral term, and Eash and Ezra with their newly relocated headquarters. Yet they had taken the entire day off, ignored calls, and dedicated every minute to Riley. And their efforts had paid off. Their mate is truly happy. Riley looked at them, three extraordinarily handsome men glowing under the golden evening sunlight. She still couldn’t believe how her destiny was written. After en

Riley didn't answer and only tied Hugo's hands so that he could no longer reach his gun. “Hey, kid. Aren't you going to take revenge for your commander's death?” Hugo asked again in a voice that was starting to sound a bit weak. Riley squatted down and pointed the knife at Hugo's neck, “Don't get me wrong! I ... really want to kill you.” Riley played his knife around Hugo's neck, intentionally scaring the man. And sure enough, Hugo tried to move his neck to save himself. “But ... don't worry! I'm not going to kill you,” Riley said. He then moved the knife away from Hugo's neck.

Was he even a normal human? Hurley fell to his seat. His face was as white as a sheet, and he was sweating all over. He could not help but wonder when did he offend a powerhouse of this level! "W-Who are you?" Hurley stuttered when Howard approached him. "Who's Lupin!" Howard's voice was piercingly cold. "W-What do you want?" Lupin said with great difficulty as he lay on the floor. "Remember this—I'll only ask you once!" Howard glanced at him. "Where did your men take Riley to?"

Behind him, Riley—equally bare, nipples peaked from the cooler air, hair falling in damp strands over her shoulders. They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. Hudson stepped in close, chest to my back, arms caging me against the counter. His mouth found the side of my neck—soft kiss over one of the fresh bruises he’d left. “You good?” he murmured, voice low, rough from groaning my name. I nodded. Couldn’t find words yet. Riley slipped around to my front, hopping up to sit on the edge of the counter between the double sinks. She spread her thighs just enough that I was bracketed by her knees, her heat close enough I could feel it.

A large counter with about thirty workers stood ready to serve us. As we neared the counter, Hazel looped her arm through mine, slowing me down while the triplets walked ahead. “Riley texted last night,” she whispered. Suddenly, all the hatred I harbored for the camp disappeared as I turned to her, eager to hear more. “Well, it was just small talk. He plays football, and look at this…” She pulled out her phone, showing me a shirtless picture of Riley. “I couldn’t stop picturing him in my sleep. He’s so hot.”

Remy follows—flannel sleeves rolled up, gold coyote eyes scanning the room out of habit. **Celeste (smiling):** “Settling in?” Riley pushes to her feet—quick, eager—crosses the room and pulls Celeste into a hug before anyone can blink. **Riley:** “You’re taller than I remember. Or maybe I just forgot how intimidating you are when you’re not covered in swarm goo.” Celeste laughs—genuine, surprised—hugs her back. **Celeste:** “And you’re still the only person who can hug me without asking permission.”

Hesper chuckled self-consciously, while Riley raised an eyebrow, observing their interaction. Although he had heard about their deep affection for each other through word of mouth, he found it challenging to envision their relationship being as harmonious as it appeared. When he had been present, they had despised each other and endured a tumultuous relationship. Riley had never anticipated they would end up together. Now, they treated each other with gentleness and honesty, a transformation that left him somewhat envious. However, Riley understood that their relationship wasn't the sole focus, and more pressing matters required their attention. With a decision made, there was no reason for