Joaquin Riverdale Novels & Stories

Probably get acquitted for life until the day I died or got killed in the slammer, either way I was good with that. “I’m not his father” I never would be. ‘Are you seriously listening to everything you are saying? Lydia would never-“ “Lydia’s fucking dead. She’s not here, open your fucking eyes and see the world for what it is. Joaquin killed her. She was good, she was the only thing that was good and pure and he shot her without even blinking. Like she was some sort of deer in the wild” He took a step back giving me the chance to breathe.

The only time was when she was in— “Riverdale” Came a whisper and a crinkle between her brows. Of course, she was headed back to Riverdale if it was the closest thing she’d have to a memory of her aunt. She figured she might have cracked it but before she could put a call through to Leonardo, Joan heard frail footsteps draw close to her and she suddenly froze.

"River, come here quickly! Jaina has fallen and hurt her leg!" Darin's chest heaved with agitation. It was a cold day, yet she was drenched in sweat, the moisture trickling down her forehead. "I…" She struggled to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "My father's name is River York. My brother made this little rabbit figurine. The things you just said happened to me. You know where my brother and my parents are, don't you? They didn't abandon me. I was kidnapped…" Tears slipped down her fair cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away and took several deep breaths. She could only stare out the window. She didn't dare look at Violet or turn back, afraid her tears would spill over again.

“We’ll arrive at 9:02 a.m. Cameras will be waiting. Jace, you go in first, but River should stay close behind. If a reporter tries to speak to you, say nothing.” River got in the back beside Jace, buckling up. He stared out the window as Sasha droned on, her voice a steady background hum. But River’s mind wasn’t there. It hadn’t been since last night. Dominic Hale. The name echoed like a distant storm. Loud, then quiet. But always there. His father. The man who trained him to be strong, only to disappear without a word. The man who might’ve helped bury an entire unit. The man who could be connected to the death of Jace’s father.