Noah Riley Book Novels & Stories

Noah held my hand, “Daisy, all of this is going to be over soon.” Day by day I read some of the pack books to keep myself very busy. Sometimes I do training alone while Noah is in his office checking the pack business reports and the pack progress. I love to read stories and history. One day I saw an interesting history book but when I started reading it I discovered that it was not just a history book but it belongs to Noah. Noah being a vampire hunter was part of the help from the book though I sometimes used to see him read this type of book in his office but I thought he was only reading to stay busy. Each time Noah sees me with the books he makes sure that he stops me from reading them

“Take off your hoodie and let Riley sit in your lap for the next three rounds.” Noah didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the hem and pulled the hoodie off in one smooth motion, leaving him in a fitted white tee that clung just right. Riley’s eyes lit up. “Gladly,” she said, crawling across the circle and settling sideways across his thighs. Noah’s hands automatically went to her waist to steady her, thumbs brushing the strip of skin where her crop top ended. “Comfy?” he asked quietly. “Very,” she whispered back, grinning.

"His dad owns like four tech companies, and the beautiful part of it is that he's been to three countries this year. Someone said he has a black card with no limit…" “That's his problem… Who cares?," I said rudely. The highlight girl was still looking at me like I was something she'd stepped on. "Sweetie, you're really out here asking who Rhys is? At a Rhys game? You can't be serious right now… Get out of here with that." I opened my mouth. "Nova." Drey's voice came from right behind me, low and warm. Close enough that I could feel it more than hear it over the noise.

Just: the direction is clear and the work is real and the people doing it are the right people and the next thing is already beginning. Always the next thing. Always beginning. Riley was quiet for most of the first hour of the drive. Not processing-quiet — something closer to the quiet she had the morning after the bond completion, the quality of someone who has arrived somewhere they had been walking toward for a long time and needed to stand in it before they started describing it. I let her stand in it. I drove. Grayson made his calls. The March afternoon moved past the windows. At the edge of the city she said: "Tell me something you did not expect."

Hi Lovies💕, I know it's been a minute and I'm so sorry for the long wait. I had health issues and had to get surgery. It's been a long road to recovery and writing had to take a back seat as I focused on my health. Many of you have been asking about Noah's book [The billionaire's fight for redemption]. I just wanted to let you know that it's already out. Please do me a favor and check it out. Just like I'd communicated, some of the unanswered questions will be answered in the sequel. You'll also still get to see glimpses of the characters from this book.

She read it a third time. Her fingers trembled as she flipped the page, wondering if she’d missed something. But the same words stared back at her… clear as day. Her hand flew to her chest as her breathing turned shallow. This can’t be right. Just then, the door burst open. Noah entered, frustration radiating off him, because of the person behind him. Ava, who was trailing behind, didn’t give a crap; she just wanted to get this over with. Noah was mid-rant, eyes locked on Ava… until he saw Nora.

She found herself leaning on her palm as she stared at him, the way he smiled showed off his white teeth, and the way his suit hugged his muscled body made her feel warm in so many places. Crystal flinched when he looked in her direction and the sharpness of his blue eyes made her internally swoon. Cyrus Noah, the nephew of the man she now called her husband. He was someone she had been so attracted to since the first they met at a family function. He was rich, a celebrity figure, a professional swimmer and many more— He was just an all rounder in Hollywood.

Get your shit together, Jesus. Noir is at the stove, making breakfast. Silas is leaning against the counter beside him eating a piece of toast he clearly stole off the stack Noir just made, and Noir hasn't acknowledged this yet but he will, and when he does Silas's defence is going to be both elaborate and entirely without logic. Lorenzo is at the far end of the counter with a book and a coffee, turning pages at a pace that suggests he's either reading very fast or thinking about something else entirely.

“You cannot create any problems and do not poke your nose or speak too much or I’d be forced to kick you out of the car, is that clear?” Tyler nodded his head. “You have my words!” We settled in the car and from the inside I could tell it was an expensive car even if I didn’t know much about cars. I knew that Noah was from a good background although he never said much. “Your seatbelt,” Noah said. I tried to put on my seatbelt but Noah assisted me with it. “Let me,” he said and I almost forgot how to breathe from how close he was. My heart began to race faster than normal in my chest.

Two chapters from me. One from Noah. The book was at chapter fourteen of the first volume of the seven book series. At this rate we would finish the first volume in three weeks. I had already ordered the second. Noah closed the book. He put it on the bedside table. He looked at the ammonite. He looked at Adrian in the small chair. "You should stay," he said. The room was very quiet. Adrian looked at him. "At the hotel?" he said. Noah shook his head.