Rick Riley Books Novels & Stories

Rick walked out to the outer office and saw that Sherry had grabbed her bag and run out of the office. As Rick turned around, he saw an opened safe beside the desk. It looked full of jewel cases and cash. This Sherry person must have had designs on stealing the loot for herself. He would go through it all later. For now, he wanted to get the office back into some kind of order. Then Rick went to look for Old Wilson.

"They don't have pictures, and they're about things that don't make sense. Like why would someone want to read about how to be perfect all the time? That's not fun." I felt my chest tighten at Ollie's innocent observation. The books Riley preferred were likely the training manuals and behavioral guides that Sophia had used to condition him. To Ollie, they seemed boring, but to Riley, they represented safety and familiarity of his life before he was rescued by us. "Riley, do you want to tell me about these books you enjoy?" Dr. Sloane asked, trying again to engage him. Riley's attention snapped back from the window, and I could see him considering his answer carefully. "They help me understan

I roll my eyes while I make sure I have all the books to return to the library. Riley is a bit of a player, always dating a different girl. Sometimes more than one at a time, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. The problem is, he has terrible taste. He always picks cute girls that want to get in his pants on a first date, but they’re always needy, clingy, and high maintenance. He doesn’t want to be tied down. That’s what he says, anyway. I think he just likes the attention. Grandma Jane says he’s going to make a good father someday. I don’t see it, but Grandma sees the good in everyone.

I tracked her as she moved to the next shelf, and a cold thought lodged in my mind: What if Blayne hadn't tricked me that day and she'd truly died in that fire? What would I have done knowing Rali was gone from my life? I'm not the kind to live inside what-ifs. But with Rali, the thought keeps circling like a hawk: how close I came to losing my mind for good. It terrifies me. Truly terrifies me. She returned with three books. "You should try this series. It's good." I took the books from her and was tempted to inhale the place her hands had touched.

The engine is still off, the street is also quiet but my mind isn't. Riley is probably asleep right now. Curled up in that big T-shirt she wears, bare legs and messy hair on the pillow, probably dreaming about her lover boy. I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles go white. One day I’m gonna loose all control and when I do, there won’t be any stepbrother rules left to save her.

Riley’s POV His fingers were like iron bands around my throat, cutting off my air, squeezing until stars began to dance at the edges of my vision. He was so close I could feel the ragged, violent rise and fall of his chest. “Tell me, Riley,” he said, voice low and rough, “why I shouldn’t kill you for treason right here.” My hands flew up instinctively, wrapping around his thick wrists. My nails dug into his skin, desperately seeking purchase, but he didn't flinch.

" Riley said angrily and her eyes blazed. Tanya could see the fire in her eyes and hands. She was speechless. What happened to Riley? What killed her? So much was going on out there that she didn't know. Suddenly,she was so scared. Is her mother and brother still alive? Are they still breathing? It's been four months now and she hasn't heard anything from them. What's going on out there! Tanya looked at Riley again. "What happened to you,Riley? Who did this to you!" Riley shook her head. "Does it matter right now? What matters is what I've come here to do." She replied cruelly. Tanya stared at her, suspicious. "What have you come here to do?" "To possess you. That's the only way I can regain

I'm in the shower, trying to wash off the smell of blood from my body. I even have blood under my nails. It all disgusts me; I feel dirty. Recent events keep replaying in my mind. This is the first time I've faced something like this: Riley, the wolf, that name, and finally, the black wolf that saved me. There's something strange about all of this. But Riley is the most involved in this. If I had told Dad that she was behind all of this, I'm sure he would have gone to find her in his patrol car and put her in jail. But that's not what I want for Riley right now. She has something strange and mysterious about her. Not just her, many guys here. Including Kessler.

Hi Everyone, Riley and Adrian's story is an ongoing novel, so it will continue to be updated until its completion. That's how ongoing novels work on reading apps. For those new to my work and who prefer to read a completed novel while waiting for updates on this one, please refer to my list of stories. The Wright Family Series (All Completed): Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story)

“They’ve got it. Thanks, though.” Riley raised an eyebrow at the two men in black. “Okay, that’s… intense. Bodyguards?” “Family thing,” I said vaguely. “They’ll be gone soon.” She nodded like that made perfect sense. “Cool. I’m from Seattle. Pre-med. You?” “California native. Business… maybe? Still figuring it out.” Riley laughed. “Same. I wanted to be a surgeon until I realized I faint at blood. Now I’m thinking public health. Or marine biology. Or just dropping out to become a barista.”