Riley Inside Novels & Stories

His methods were crude, but effective. I pushed open the cabin door. The interior was surprisingly warm, smelling faintly of pine and something herbal, like old remedies. Riley was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back straight, looking at the small, crackling fire in the hearth. She was dressed in simple, clean clothes, not the fine silks she usually wore at home, but something plain and comfortable. Her hair, usually perfectly styled, hung loose around her shoulders. She looked… different.

It wasn’t just a place anymore,it was Riley sitting cross-legged on the couch, complaining about a show she secretly loved. It was the quiet clatter of dishes in the kitchen and the soft curve of her smile when she thought I wasn’t looking. And lately it was also the life growing inside her. I stepped into the elevator. Whatever chaos waited outside those doors, none of it mattered as much as getting back to them.

Chapter 14 The ride back to the hospital went by in a blur. Riley sat in the back of the sedan, her fingers tightly gripping the brass keys inside her coat pocket. Her mind was spinning with a strange mix of relief and excitement. For the first time in ten years, she had a secret that belonged only to her and Iris. A real, safe place to live. When the car pulled up to the clinic entrance, Riley thanked the driver and stepped out onto the pavement. Her feet still throbbed inside the clean gauze, but the pain felt distant now. She walked quickly through the sliding glass doors, took the elevator up to the pediatric wing, and hurried down the corridor toward Room 402.

You would’ve thought he whipped his cock out and asked her to sit on it with the way she blushed and preened. ‘Stop thinking about projectile vomiting before you blow our cover.’ Nox grumbled, giving me a very sharp mental kick in the ass. ‘Oops, was I thinking that out loud?’ Riley sauntered from the room, closing the doors behind her. She was probably off to write about this moment in her diary. I could imagine her laying on her stomach, surrounded by the corpses of beheaded baby dolls, kicking her feet as she wrote out, “Riley + Phineas = forever.”

Even as his airway collapses. Even as his body should be shutting down. “See?” he whispers. Voice unchanged. Unaffected. “You’re already too late.” Something moves behind me. Fast. Too fast. “Kael—!” Riley’s voice. Sharp. Warning. I turn. Another one of them— already inside the line. Already past Lumi. Already— too close. His hand is reaching— not for Riley. For her stomach. I move. Too slow. Not enough space. Not enough time—

Riley initially had a dissatisfied expression on her face, but she quickly nodded and said, "Now that she's okay, I'm relieved. Could you please let me know when she awakens? Or should I wait until she wakes up right here?" "Well......" Joseph hesitated. He nodded, knowing that Stella and Riley appeared to have a wonderful relationship. "Well, I'll go in and wait." Riley went straight to the door and opened it. "Miss Riley." "SHH!" Riley gestured silently in his direction, leaving Joseph with no choice but to shut his voice. "I'm going to wait inside. Remain calm. I promise not to scream." Riley closed the door softly before going inside. She had only intended to welcome Clarence, but instea

Riley arrived ten minutes early, ponytail already perfect, wearing those tiny black shorts that rode up between her cheeks every time she moved and a cropped white tank so thin I could see the dark outline of her areolas through it. She stepped inside the studio, locked eyes with me, and immediately looked down at the floor like she knew what was coming. Her breathing was already quick. Her nipples were poking hard against the fabric before I even said a word. I locked the door. Dimmed the lights just enough that the mirrors still caught every angle but the room felt smaller, more private, more dangerous.

The door was closed behind him. How? How did he come inside? She has locked her room. He didn't even make a single noise. "What's wrong?" His voice was calm and light as if he didn't want Sadie to hear him. The thought alone was stomach churning. "I w..was s...sleeping." She said softly. Without a doubt Riley was scared of the man in the shadows. Her heart was beating fast and Sadie's words kept roaming her head. He was ruthless then why was he kind to her? Perhaps he wants to lure her into committing a sin with him?

Warm amber lights glowed against dark wood walls while soft music drifted through the air beneath the low murmur of conversations. Candles flickered on every table. Objectively, it was far too romantic for a dinner involving someone’s mother. But maybe that was the point. Maybe Riley thought atmosphere could make the lie more convincing. The bell above the entrance chimed softly. I looked up. Riley stepped inside wearing a white shirt tucked into blue jeans and white Converse. Simple. Casual. Still somehow impossible not to notice. Her eyes swept across the room until they landed on me. Relief visibly softened her features before she hurried over.

She couldn't. “I… I can’t—” she choked out. “I can’t leave without Noah. Giovanni has him!” Isla’s face covered with frustration and panic flickering in her eyes. “Damn it, Kat! We can’t—” It was at that moment the bathroom door burst open with a violent slam. Riley stepped out, barefoot, in a sleek coral dress that shimmered beneath the chandelier and wrapped around her body. In her right hand, a pistol glinted. She looked from one to the other while her lips curved into a slow, venomous smile.