Rick Riordan Books Novels & Stories

He had just met her the other day, how could he trust her so much? Ralph sat down and took out his laptop. Raven sat quietly beside him and drew a sketch of a lion as she waited for the guests to arrive. After she was done, she cheekily drew a laptop in front of her lion. The door opened and she quickly turned the pages of her notebook. Two men entered and locked the door behind them. Ralph got up to embrace them. They eyed her with disbelief and looked at Ralph as if questioning her presence. It was obvious that they knew each other very well.

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

the man asked his assistant. The assistant bowed. “Yes, sir. He’s a powerful man in America. But his life is always kept out of the media. He doesn’t like publicity.” The man glared at his assistant. “Tell me, who is he?” “Draco Riordan. He owns Riordan Group—one of the biggest companies in America. At the auction, he used the name Nigel—his personal assistant,” the assistant replied, instantly making the man’s expression even darker with suppressed rage

Familiar. I crouched, frowning, and picked it up. The cover was cracked and worn. No title, just the initials J.R. embossed in one corner. My father’s handwriting. I knew it instantly. The precise, all-caps scrawl, the sharp angles of his letters—like each word was carved into the page rather than written. “What the hell is this?” I murmured. I sat on the bed and opened it. The first few pages were old notes—land records, legal cases, and fire zone documentation. But as I flipped further, the tone shifted. Names I recognized appeared in scribbled, underlined lists. Contracts. Meeting dates. Mentions of lobbyists with whom Stacey had aligned herself.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”