Novel & Cerita Reads By The River

This was a recent development, the reading rather than working in the evenings, the first visible evidence that the something close to freedom I had felt in the immediate aftermath of the press conference was beginning to locate itself in the specific, daily choices of how I spent the hours that were not allocated to necessary things. I was reading a book about rivers. Not the same one Leo had selected for bedtime, a different one, an adult one, about the hydrology of river systems and how rivers changed course over time and what the evidence of old river channels looked like centuries after the water had moved elsewhere. I had bought it without fully examining why. Adrian's call came at eig

She looked like a curious little kitten. I rolled her stroller further inside, letting my eyes roam over the spines of books, some of which looked ancient. Even the covers looked antique. It reminded me of the antique bookstore front that was the entrance to River’s Club. As I neared the edge of the long table, I spotted someone slouched over, fast asleep. It was River.

She wasn't swimming; she was walking through the current as if the water itself was rising to support her steps. She reached the center of the river, where the moonlight hit the water in a direct column. She turned back to the shore, her arms open wide. The river calmed instantly, the turbulent waves flattening into a mirror-like surface. A deafening howl broke out from the woods—a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. Jesse walked back to the shore, the water receding as she moved. When she stepped onto the grass, she wasn't shivering. She felt a heat radiating from her core that scorched the dampness from her skin.

“Sammy is getting torn apart by his father by now. Victor is surrounded by enemies who smile to his face. I cannot just sit here and read while everything burns.” “And you cannot keep acting like you are invincible,” she snapped. River rubbed his face with his hands. “Jayden,” he said carefully, “did you even finish reading that Gem of Life book.” I froze. “…No,” I admitted. Jane made a sound like she was about to scream into a pillow. “I actually read the whole thing,” River continued, and I turned to him in shock. “I wanted to understand how a human like you can do all this. And also if I could do it too.”

Ryan I sit alone on the riverbank, watching the current sweep briskly past, pulling my fishing line along with it. The bright sunlight sparkles off the little crests and troughs of ripples in the water's surface. A light breeze teases the weeds at the edge of the riverbank and leaves in the trees of the forest beyond. Melodic strains of birdsong, sounds of the forest, and the water rushing quietly by all blend together into the soothing rhythm of peace.

River slowly lifted his head, his lips glistening with my wetness as he gave me a warm, beautiful smirk. River slowly slid his fingers out of my wet warmth. He lifted his head, his lips glistening beautifully in the dim light of the bedroom. He looked down at me, his amber eyes filled with so much love and deep, burning desire. He reached up, using his thumb to gently wipe a tear of pleasure from the corner of my eye. "You are so beautiful, sweet," River whispered, his deep voice dragging lazily in the quiet room. "So beautiful when you take me like that."

I was now ready. I left my room and went into the room of my pups, Rowan and River. They were reading together, a book open on the floor. As soon as they saw me, they quickly rushed toward me. "Mummy, you're here," they said, their voices excited. I crouched down and hugged them back so tightly, their small arms around my neck. "What are my boys doing?" I asked. "We were reading, mummy. Uncle Simon got the book for us. It's a book with drawings and adventures," River said, his eyes bright.

“Yeah, I guess you could say I was inspired.” Kane reached over, giving my hand a squeeze, “Sarah, that’s great. Tell me all about it.” “Well, it’s a romance and you could say that it was inspired by real life…” I trailed off, looking down as I picked up the plastic wrapped fork. Peeling the wrapper off, I scooped up some of the Spanish rice. Shoveling it into my mouth so I didn’t have to say anything. “So this Mmm, if it was anything like what you told me then I can’t wait to read it.” Kane said with a chuckle. He moved to the cabinet, pulling out two glasses. “Beer?” He asked, looking back at me.

*River* The dawn breaks with a soft glow, casting warm hues across the sky as I stand on the porch, my heart racing with the anticipation of what lies ahead. The morning air is crisp, holding the scent of dew-kissed grass and the promise of a day filled with uncertainty. Kellan approaches, his expression is speaking of both determination and concern. He has been my right hand, my beta, and my best friend ever since I became the Alpha but today, more than ever, his loyalty feels like a lifeline.

She’s been unpredictable lately, her moods swinging wildly between affection and hostility. We reach the river by midmorning, its waters rushing over smooth stones with a steady roar. The sight of it brings a wave of relief—a chance to wash, to drink, to regroup. The pack fans out along the bank, their spirits lifting as they splash in the shallows and fill their water skins. I wade into the river, the icy water shocking against my skin. The current tugs at my legs, strong but not unmanageable. I glance back to see Violet perched on a rock, her arms wrapped around her knees. She’s watching me, her expression unreadable.