Romans & histoires Inside Out Fanfiction Riley Meets Her Emotions

Tessa was there to support me , at some point I thought she was going to betray me too so I drifted away and became so cold and rude but she stuck around. When I met Riley , I instantly hated him because why the hell would he look like Asher. Everytime , I looked at him , he reminded so much of Asher and I didn't want to let a second Asher get into my head and heart. * * * I woke up , wanting nothing more than leave his house and go back to my dorm even if it means facing Kim. I'm caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. If Layla and Madisyn thought that leaving just Riley and I alone for a night would make us magically become friends or even worse , fall in love then they are just sw

The way we'd tell the world that the three of us were committed to each other in a way that most people couldn't even comprehend. At one point, Riley excused herself to go to the bathroom and came back with her laptop. She opened a document and looked at us. "I want to write about this," she said. "Not in a creepy way, but like... this moment. Us deciding. This chapter of the book." "Of course you do," I said, but I was smiling. Riley started typing, and Jayson and I watched her work. The way her fingers moved across the keyboard. The little frown of concentration on her face. The passion that came through in every word.

"Yes, She was here for a day. Just in that cell over there. Seemed she was special like me. She kept on talking about how messed up her life was. Good God, I didn't know what to feel. Sympathy or Disgust. She talked about how evil was meant for her, how she's going to be evil cause there's no good left in the world, how her fun had turned to sorrow. She oozed pain and sorrow Collins." Collins froze as he did the math. May was living and breathing under his own nose. "I have to go. Reynolds is a bubbling wine product. The guy who owns the factory is Reynolds and he hates Payne just like us. I'll give you the deets, I promise." He stroke her cheek before hurrying off. He was filled with repuls

Said it made her feel safe. Riley hated him for it. Not because he was cruel. Because he was predictable. Rowan deserved someone who would make her scream until the neighbors banged on the wall. Someone who would leave marks. Someone who would make her forget her own name for a few seconds. So on a sticky Friday night in July, after too many pitchers of margarita at The Rusty Anchor, Riley leaned across the table, elbows on the wet wood, and said the sentence that changed everything. “Bet he can’t tell us apart naked.”

Hunter's hand shot up. Riley watched from the shop doorway with her arms crossed and an expression I was getting to know — the one where she was holding herself very carefully back from a feeling she hadn't decided what to do with yet. I didn't look at her directly. Looking at her directly when she had that expression tended to make me say things I wasn't ready to say, or ask things she wasn't ready to answer, and we had exactly fifty-two days left and I wasn't wasting any of them on a conversation that came too early.

But of course my little demon doesn’t want to make it easy on me. Riley sticks her head out the open window like a child or a puppy, letting the wind whip through her hair. I glance at her, bathed in the evening light. My heart rate picks up and I hold my breath. Stunning. I turn and keep my eyes on the road, except every time her laughter floats across the car, my gaze slides unwillingly toward her again. I don’t know what is funny and I don’t fucking care, I want to hear more of it... I need more of it. She is my flame and I don’t know how I lived without her. Goddammit I am so screwed.

The door clicked shut behind her—soft, final. Morning came too fast. Sunlight poured through the office windows. Riley’s father left—hugs, promises to call, car pulling out of the underground garage. Routine returned—work emails, meetings, schedules, pretending. Breakfast was quiet. Riley sat at the long conference table in the boardroom—loose blouse, pencil skirt, hair pulled back. Still sore. Still wet. The faint ache between her thighs flared every time she shifted—reminder of him inside her hours ago. She crossed her legs tighter—felt the sticky residue still clinging to her inner thighs.

she said, her voice sounding more like a mere whisper. We stayed for a few seconds at each other, with her eyes staring at mine. Rachel's eyes like a mirror clearly show the emotions that are running through her mind. The same eyes, that are right now filled with so much love, but behind all the love. I can also see the sadness, the hollow part of her soul, the despair, and the fear that resulted in our separation. The pain that I want to fill by giving her all the love I have in life to her. “Jayce…..,” Rachel mumbled, with her hand brushing gently on my cheek.

“Daemon, you can’t do this to him; you cannot do this to… me.” In a flash, he had me pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped firmly around my throat, an almost-shocking grip. “Don’t expect any favors from me, Riley; I will not be granting any. Once I let my emotions get in my way, we both know where that ended me.” I took in a deep breath, and against everything I felt, I drew closer to him, and I kissed him. I kissed him with all that I had, imagining Thane in his stead; that didn’t make me feel any less guilty.

Suddenly, Rowan stepped forward, hand glowing. “I can reach her,” he said. Kael’s eyes snapped up, now glowing with the Afterbirth’s light. “Little flame,” he said in a warped voice, “you carry her spirit. But you are **not** her savior.” “No,” Rowan said. “I’m her son.” He pressed his palm to Kael’s chest. For a moment, there was only silence. Then **a rift opened.** It didn’t tear through space. It opened inward **into Kael’s mind.**