Novel & Cerita Rick Riley Books

Don was groaning on the floor, gripping his arm, as red liquid seeped through his fingers. Riley stepped over to him, crouched low, and whispered near his ear, her voice thick with spite. “I've killed men, used men's heads against each other. I destroy their bones and crush them. And you think I don't rule enough?” “You're,” he groaned in pain. “You're…damn sick.” “You want her?” Riley whispered. “Then crawl to her.” She shot at his arm again. Twice. Don cried out in pain, his hands trembling as more blood oozed, dampened his shirt and flowed to the floor.

“What are you doing out here all alone anyway?” Ryleigh crossed her arms over her chest. “Enjoying my day off. Having a sandwich. Reading a book.” His eyes flicked to the discarded paperback beside her. The cover gleamed up at him—Moonbound Desire. He raised a brow. “Really?” “Yes, really.” She snatched the book and moved it behind her. “It’s relaxing.” Damien chuckled, slow and deep. “That’s not what that book’s about.” Ryleigh’s face heated. “It’s none of your business.”

Derrick’s Home Riley stepped out of the car and handed his driver a quick nod. The guards knew him by name here. Everyone did. So, none of the servants stopped him from going inside. He clutched two chilled cans of Derrick’s favourite imported drink, and the recent video game he’d talked about. It was a bribe, Riley admitted that to himself. He hadn’t been the best friend lately. His focus had shifted more to school, Valery, and his health. He missed Derrick’s daring nature and the way he could make any terrible situation worse by laughing at it.

Matt was laying back with his eyes closed, most likely trying to use the time to heal from his injuries. I had walked over and scooped her up as careful as I could, Riley barely stirring in my hold. After setting her on the bed and covering her up with the blanket, I stood there for longer than was possibly necessary, she looked angelic. The features that had been twisted into anger and hurt over her friend, were now smooth and relaxed, and I swore it made me want to personally go and kill every single person that dared do anything that would cause Riley any type of pain. The office smelled faintly of smoke and paper. This specific office was Cade’s, Taylor didn’t have one due to personal ch

Luckily for her, she thought, was the fact that she could just cut the little strip of leather that closed the journal, something she didn't want to do unless it was absolutely necessary. "Let's see here!" She tried the numbers Niall Davis had given her before, their wedding anniversary, and gave a loud yelp of pleasure when the strap fell open. "I'm in!" She answered officer Bailey's questioning look. She settled down to read as his voice droned on in the background. Riley had left the house hours ago to go make the rounds on the farm. The last sick calf was finally back on her feet and the way his men run things there really wasn't any need for him to be there, but it's something he liked

Everyone leaned forward, eager to see her design. But the screen was blank. I frowned and looked at Riley. She looked pale and shouted in shock, "How could it be..." I felt a sense of unease. What was going on? Riley looked like she had seen a ghost. "I...I saved it here," she stuttered, clicking the mouse frantically. But the screen remained blank. I stood up and walked over to Riley. "Let me take a look," I said, trying to sound calm. Riley handed me the USB drive, and I plugged it into my laptop. But when I opened the file, it was empty.

… Riley was the one who saved me. She had chosen to work alone in our past lives. She chose the plastic apartment in the desert as her safehouse and the skill that made her body as strong as steel. Her only goal had been to survive till the end of the game. However, since Riley had muted the group chat, she wasn't aware of Frank's schemes. Later, Frank threatened her into joining him so he could form the strongest team among the players. He used her like she was his personal tool, pushing her to her limits.

“Trying to make you accept her?” Riley scoffed. “Never. You’re my twin, I can decide if I want to talk to you privately or not.” “That doesn’t even make sense, Riley.” Her jaw clenched. “You’re not funny, Ryder.” “I wasn’t trying to be.” He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall casually. “Now say whatever you came to say.” Riley narrowed her eyes at me but said nothing. Then she exhaled and crossed her arms. “Someone’s been digging into Liliana’s case again.”

And then the one he read earlier. Riley put that phone away and turned on the other, hoping it would not ask for a password. It didn't. He scrolled through the messages, but there was nothing. He scrolled through the contacts and saw only Kairos's contact. Riley's heart raced as he scrolled, as each text brought him one step closer to confirming everything he needed to confirm. Why did both brothers only have Reed and each other on their contact lists? Kairos also had this Tayla person, and it was becoming clear who it was: Lockwood. Riley thought to himself, "He was the one he was fucking." He had already determined who was fucking whom.

Philip asked, and I knew he just wanted her to relax. "Riley White is fucked and claimed by triplets and starts seeing things. She says a lot of things that were linked to conspiracies, and she did say they would try to shut her up, which I believe is why they banned her book," she said, and the slur was so much that Philip picked her up and carried her into our bedroom. He returned without her very angry. Our apartment was warded, so Dragons or lizards could not teleport in and out of it.