Riley Freeman Grown Up Novels & Stories

Riley and I are the only werewolves in this pack, and that fact seems to bring us even closer. Things settle down again for a while until Riley turns eighteen. He has been talking about going out into the world and finding out if he has any family left, no matter how many times, we tell him that he hasn’t. I don’t want to let my son go, but he is grown up and has a right to follow his own path.

"Alessandra is a woman of the world. Riley... she’s just a child playing at being an adult." Riley, following the script, pouted her lips and looked at Frederick with feigned innocence. "I’m not a child anymore, Frederick," she said, squeezing Luke’s hand. "And Luke proved that very well to me last night. Several times." Frederick felt the blood rush to his head. He was on the verge of jumping over the table and ripping both of their tongues out, but Luke cut him off. He took Riley’s hand and whispered in her ear, loud enough for Frederick’s trained ears to catch

"I'll talk and you work on falling asleep." "Deal." I close my eyes and listen to his words, his chest moving my head. "You've met the youngest Jefferson, Riley. But we have an older brother, Richie. Mom was really into the R names." "Is that why your aunt called you Ridley?" "This is not you falling asleep, and you weren't supposed to hear that name." "Sorry." I tuck my head back.

She definitely enjoyed staying there which surprised me because she really despised staying at that place and she just went there for necessity and she's a lady who's used to have a comfortable life That's good. She matured quite a bit "How about you Riley?" " Well, I became even more handsome than before and my charms--" Blythe cut off his bragging Well, I actually didn't expected him to answer me with a sense because he's a kind of person who just do things out of fun or payfully. That's him

None of the our boys knew Riley’s car yet and I normally didn’t drive something this big. Looking in the rearview mirror, the third row of seats had been put down to leave more trunk space. I had thought he was joking when he said he bought a family vehicle. Apparently, he hadn’t been. He also took full advantage of the fact that I thought he was joking. Riley had been helping out the local high school lately with Jake, Curtis, Hanna, and Franny. I sighed. He really had been helping out in all different facets of the pack. I shouldn’t have said so much of what I said this morning. It didn’t make it incorrect but I still shouldn’t have said it like I did.

Flora’s P.O.V “Riley! Riley!” I yelled after my big brother as he made his way out the front door. “What now?” He looked back at me annoyed but I knew he loved me. “Can I come play with you?” I looked up at my brother with big eyes and I knew he would give in. Riley sighed and ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair. He was seven and a half years older than me and he was big and strong. He was also a soldier in training and hung out with big boys. But I was eight now! I was going to be big and strong too!

I swallowed hard, not knowing if I should at least smile at him or not. I quickly looked away and started swaying my hips to the music. Lucy kept dancing like no one was watching her and she was pretty good at it while I was standing in the middle awkwardly not knowing how to dance or do anything. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulders and turned around to find one of my classmates smiling down at me. It was Tyler Whittman from the football team. "You are Riley Adams, right?" he asked, making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. I've noticed him hanging out with Tristan and his crew a couple of times but I had no idea why he was talking to me. Tristan promised me that his friends wouldn't bot

"My mother wanted me back on the ice before I could walk a full city block without pain. When the doctors said my knee might not be competition ready again, she looked at me like I had become someone she did not recognize." The violin from upstairs drifts through the ceiling, faint and precise. Someone running scales over and over, the same phrase repeating until it is right. "That is why I did not tell you. Either of you. I came to Yale to be nobody for a while. Just a freshman who has never face-planted on national television in front of twenty thousand people and a live broadcast." Riley is quiet for a moment. Then she says, carefully and without flinching, "One fall does not erase everyt

Honestly, I doubt he ever will. He isn’t part of my life anymore, just like I’m no longer part of his. He needs to stay away from me. Every time he shows up, he makes my life miserable. “So, how are you guys spending your summer? I’m hitting the beach. From morning till evening, I’ll be soaking up the sun, and by the time I’m back, I’ll be the hottest doctor in this hospital. Heads will turn—patients included,” Riley says with her usual confidence.

"Eventually, maybe. But take your time. You don't want to become only the postpartum depression author." "Fair point." The second film premiered in November to even better reviews than the first. Riley brought the whole family again, though this time she knew what to expect and was slightly less terrified. Luna, now three, was old enough to walk the red carpet this time. She loved the cameras, posed like a professional, made everyone laugh. "Natural born performer," one reporter commented. "She gets that from her father," Riley said. "I do not perform," Samuel protested. "You absolutely perform. You're just subtle about it."