Noah Riley Book Novels & Stories

Ryo I think this is the universe telling you to date him I was right Kelly Please don’t start with all of that There’s no way Patient O and I are going to date. But do we have to work with him for the rest of the year? I’m freaking out!!!!! Ryo Don’t freak out. We’ll figure it out You have me. I got your back Kelly I don’t know how I’m going to spend time with him and not die. Ryo I think you should just ride it out Take everything as it comes You might spend time with him and not like him He might turn out to be a terrible dude.. Kelly I guess… Ryo I’m creating a group chat with Oliver and Jameson.

Hello my beautiful readers. I will be updating this book consistently from henceforth and let me tell you, we have a whirlwind of emotions, secrets and twists to go through Do you think Kaya should be falling for her Robot? Why does he keep saying Noah’s name and should Kaya be worried about it? Should she tell her uncle, expose the glitch and end her revenge? And Riley…woosh that girl is such a fake drama queen. I wonder if she's reconsidering trapping Tom in her scam…maybe she should have done it with Flynn… maybe she should sink her claws into Flynn instead? Or maybe not…

“How long have you been in New York?” “Three years,” Noah said. “Came for university. Stayed.” “Literature degree, right? Damien mentioned it.” I had not mentioned it. I said nothing. “He did,” Noah said, and I could hear the slight pause, the recalibration, the awareness that I had talked about him to my brother and was now pretending I hadn’t. “English literature. Columbia.” “Columbia.” Victoria’s voice. Smooth and interested in the way that meant she was filing things away. “And before Cole Enterprises?”

“Go. You need to finish school. I’ll be fine.” Sebastian hesitated, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. “Are you sure?” “I can handle it,” Noah said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Don’t worry about me.” He left reluctantly, the sound of his footsteps echoed down the hallway as he hurried to his car. Noah stood alone in front of the elevator, the weight of the upcoming meeting on her mind. Memories of her past encounters with Damien flickered through her mind, each one a reminder of how different they were—different in principles, in business, in everything.

She opened it to find a stylized ink drawing of the two of us standing in front of a massive tree, with a small, determined dog at our feet wearing a cape. “For your new home,” he said. Lilac beamed, folding it like it was sacred. Reese and Forrest’s flight to Boston was soon. They gathered their things, gave us one last round of hugs, and disappeared toward their gate. I watched until I couldn’t see them anymore. Clay slung his arm around my shoulders and grinned down at Lilac. “So. You’re the one who managed to out-stubborn her.” Lilac smirked. “Not that hard. Just took a forest, a scandal, and a snowstorm.”

Riley’s POV “Who the hell are you?!” the naked girl shrieked at me. “I’m sorry. I went into the wrong room,” I said immediately, backing up. “You were spying on us?! You disgusting sick little creep!” she kept on screaming. Footsteps rushed up behind me. Within seconds, a crowd had gathered in the doorway, including my lovely roommates. "Riley! What are you doing here?" Layla gasped. Her panic was ironic, considering she was the one who told me to come here for textbooks.

Why were werewolves so…damn…hot? You’re in my seat,” Noah said, his voice low and laced with something dangerous. His eyes glowed faintly, like storm clouds during a lightning strike. I looked around a little confused until it occurred to me. Shit. The table. Of course. i was a little familiar with how it works. It wasn’t just any table. It was the unspoken marked territory. In the center of the cafeteria, a little too clean, a little too untouched. An invisible throne in a kingdom of beasts.

There was something about the desperate edge of the drawings — the handwriting, the spirals in the margins, the fevered layering of pencil over pencil — that felt too familiar. Not like he’d seen it before. Like he was already living it. A final page: Two figures. Back to back. One made of flowers. One made of knives. Below it: “I thought I could keep them separate. That’s how they trick you.” Noah shut the book. Hard. The sound echoed against the concrete like a threat. He stuffed it back into the drawer with too much force and stumbled backward, knocking into a metal cabinet. He didn’t leave right away.

Eliora's POV "Is this for me?" Noah held the book carefully, both hands, the way he held everything he considered valuable. "It is," Lydia said, settling into the armchair with the kind of ease that still surprised me sometimes, how natural this had become, her in my house, in my chair, with my children climbing toward her without hesitation. "I thought you might like it. It's about a fox who's afraid of the dark." "I'm not afraid of the dark," Noah said.

“Turns out it was just someone from Miss Saraphina’s class. A girl named Riley. She said she was trying to return her phone.” Noah’s arms tightened around me for a second. “Riley followed her all the way out here… just to return a phone?” His voice was flat, but there was an edge of disbelief under it. I pulled back just enough to look up at him. “I think she knows you.” Noah’s eyes snapped down to mine, and for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me like he was trying to decide how much I could handle. Then his jaw tightened, and his hand slid from my back to my shoulder.