Riley Invincible Novels & Stories

she snapped “Because you’re still sleeping, Nora. Can’t you see what just happened? We’re done. Violet won. We lost. Why can’t you get that through that small brain of yours instead of making everything worse?” Her words hit harder than the slap. I shook my head immediately, refusing to accept what Riley was saying. “N-no,” I insisted, my voice trembling but stubborn. “We are not done. We can still beat her.” Riley let out a hollow scoff, the sound sharp and humorless. “How?” she demanded, her eyes snapping to mine. “How are we supposed to beat someone like her who has a Sinclair by her side? And not just any Sinclair, Hades Sinclair. The demon even the president fears. How exactly do you pl

He was always wary of Severin's sword energy, but he did not expect that the other party would behave like this without using the Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy. Riley was extremely frightened. At this moment, he raised his right hand and slapped his chest. His whole body seemed to be ignited with the fire of life. He raised his hands and attacked with all his strength. Seeing that Riley still wanted to resist him, Severin sneered. He dropped his fists and stepped on the space, bursting out with unprecedented power. This punch carried tremendous force and hit Riley's chest at an extremely fast speed.

… 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.

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.

She breathed, and the call ended. “I have to convince Riley to agree,” I mumbled. For her, I don’t mind if I would be losing my last penny. I am ready to sacrifice everything for Zeiley because she means the world to me after her mother died and left the two of us in this cruel world. I was a lone boy who fell in love in his early twenties, with no one to look up to or even parents.

“I’m just saying I’m fine now.” Claire exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “You need to take this seriously, Riley.” “I am.” “Are you?” She challenged me. “Because from where I’m standing, you’ve been acting like you’re invincible.” “I’m not…” I tried to argue. “You are,” she cut in. “You keep pushing yourself like nothing has changed.” “I don’t want to feel useless,” I admitted quietly. Claire’s expression softened immediately. “You’re not useless.”

the Doctor who explained about her parents with just two sentences, gave her a long explanation about her mate. The hospital room she woke up to was undoubtedly a luxurious one. Even the Doctor and nurses talk to her very kindly and respectfully. So, Riley could guess this hospital must be a high-class one. But that woman... She looked pretty ordinary; Riley couldn't first understand how they could afford to keep this body in a hospital like this for over a year. But now everything is clear. It must be this body's owner's mate who bore all the expenses. Though Riley hasn't seen this person personally, she has heard about him from the news. He is popular not just as an entrepreneur, but his G

Dangerous. “Locker room’s one thing. This?” He gestured vaguely at the three of them. “This is different. You both know that.” Before anyone could answer, the tunnel door banged open. In walked Riley — the 20-year-old rookie winger they’d called up two weeks ago. Lanky, baby-faced, wide blue eyes, still carrying that new-dog energy. He froze when he saw them. “Uh… morning, boys. Coach said optional but I figured—”

"I will never, ever see you as anything more than a means to an end. A pawn in my game of vengeance. And after I kill your father, I'll toss you aside like yesterday's garbage." ~-~ River waited as Riley stared at him with those big brown eyes. Riley made a sobbing sound and raised her hand, intending to slap that infuriating smirk right off River's face. But River was too quick. With lightning-fast reflexes honed by years of training and combat, he caught her wrist mid-air, his grip firm but not painful. Riley's breath hitched as she found herself suddenly pulled closer to him, her body nearly flush against his. His words were designed to cut deep, to shatter any illusions Riley might have