Polly Riverdale Novels & Stories

I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, the paper cold in my hands, and I thought about the woman in the documentary, the one who’d packed her bag and run. She’d been smart. She’d been fast. I was neither. I was just a girl with a dead father, a failing career, a sister who needed me, and forty‑two thousand dollars I would never have. I looked at the contract again. Doll. And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to sign it.

I call to her. "I'm on a roll, Kid," she says while finishing up a sentence or two. I climb the steps and sit across from her. "Tali Smith." She immediately looks up at me. "What? What did you say?" "I'm friends with Tali Smith's daughter, I guess." My mom sets down her laptop and runs a hand through her hair. "Oh my god. Tali Smith. She's still here? In Waindale?" "I guess so. Her daughter found me at school and told me."

Army camps are a common sight within the Power pack. "And your Dad, does he have a mate planned for you yet?" Landon asked randomly. I lay back, hiding my face behind my hands. Of courses does, that's all he seems to care about at the moment. A lovely, proper mate that is simple, normal. "His name is as Jake. Total douche, goes through girls like he has them at an endless supply," I mutter. He's my Dad's friends son. Apparently Dad trusts him, so there goes my choice.

EPISODE 1: PROLOGUE Riverdale High, a prestigious academy nestled in the heart of the town, was a place where kids were transformed into their best versions. The school's imposing structure was a blend of modern and ancient architecture, with sprawling gardens and mysterious statues that seemed to hold secrets of their own. My parents, John and Rita, were among the founding members of this esteemed institution, and their legacy destined me to follow in their footsteps.