Reads By The River Novels & Stories

Lord Draven would never be able to track them down after that. Exhaustion finally caught up with River. She sat by the window, gazing out at the moonlit courtyard. The breeze carrying the scent of baking bread rustled the curtains, sending a thrill through her. It’s been a while since she had peacefully say by the window at night and gazed at the moon with satisfaction in her heart. Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed the window close and then opened again simultaneously, its hinges groaning in protest. Startled, River lurched up to close it.

River declared. Megan chuckled. “I know and Coco wuvs you too and so I do I.” She said pulling River’s jammie shorts and shirt on. “Now, brush your teeth, while I check on your brothers.” With that Selene walked in. “Nana!” River bounced over to her. “Hi princess. You all nice and clean?” She asked nuzzling River. River giggled. “C’mon Nana we find book to wead.” River pulled Selene to the bookshelf. “Dada start wead us dis one.” She said pulling out the Lion, the Witch, and the wardrobe.

Klaus would think I stay there only for the pup. I went to the river for the first time since Jackson took me. I was nervous, and I sniffed the air, but there was nothing that smelled of danger around. Shift back and threw myself into the river. The water was cold, and I swam up and down until my muscles ached. I went back home and got a sandwich from the kitchen. I didn't feel like having lunch. I went to the bedroom and looked for an e-book to read on my new tablet. I chose “My Best Friend & I,” a short erotic story by A.P. Morgan that would take me all afternoon to read.

I held her even tighter before I smiled at her. River never really cried but his eyes were looking so red now. He was just looking at our daughter. “I already like you, Ms. Fluvius Camillia Savellano… ” River seems like he was still mesmerized by her daughter. “Can I hug you?” I never heard River's voice tremble. Even at big events where only investors are there, he never feels nervous but he seems nervous now.

They’ve become something of a family. It's equal parts encouraging and unsettling. Then again, everything unsettles me lately. For instance, River has become something of a mentor to the children in the kingdom. Every time I catch a glimpse of him, he’s either huddled with a group of children, telling them some story he learned in Oceana, or he’s teaching them a game. The children squeal with laughter, and the love they have for him is undeniable. The relieved looks on their parents’ faces is also uplifting.

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

“Give it here.” She gave it to me. The paper had gone soft as cloth from years inside a coat, and it opened along creases that had been folded and refolded so many times that the ink had worn through at the corners. Ronan came in at my shoulder and read over my arm without touching me. Rhys had turned himself side on to the hedge with his weight forward and his hand where it needed to be. Nobody on that bridge breathed for a while, and the river went on underneath us as though none of us were standing there at all.

River Black River held the candelabra in her hand, holding it aloft, looking around the huge room. It was so big, it dwarfed her living room back at her parents’ house. Everything was draped in white cloth and for a moment, she felt lost in that room too. It had no windwos and seemed to be below ground, in a basement level, though she wasn’t entirely sure. It had been a disorientating walk in the dark mansion. River hoped it was nicer during the day. Less confusing. In truth, she hoped that when she woke up, she’d be inside her tent, safe and sound and all this would be a strange dream.

Everything is going well until her mother gets a phone call, and goes off to the study and locks herself there. Getting bored, Riveria leaves the Tv on and goes up to her room. She locked her door and blasts loud music while rereading the first Percy Jackson book. She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she sure knows when she starts dreaming. As usual, her dreams take her on a wild ride. She is on the cliffs, looking out at the sea. Two bodies lay below. With one last glance, the wolf moves away and runs through the streets roaring, daring someone to come out.

The eastern ridge overlooks the river. Not the way a terrace overlooks something — not high and removed, not the view of a thing you have separated yourself from. The ridge sits at the river's shoulder, close enough that on certain mornings when the water is running fast you can feel the vibration of it through the rock. Close enough that the amber the river carries at dusk comes through the east-facing windows at an angle that makes the whole room feel like it is lit from inside. Rael tells me this before the foundation is dug.