Riley Matthews Novels & Stories

I couldn’t afford distractions—not in my business, not in my life. But as the elevator doors closed, I couldn’t shake the image of his smile, the sound of his voice, or the way his presence seemed to linger long after he was gone. I clenched my fists, shoving the thoughts aside. Riley Matthews was a complication I couldn’t afford. And I had no intention of letting him become more than that.

Crystal asked "Do you have the ticket?" "I have 2 extra! Cailey will be there too along with Autumn" Crystal said "It will be fun, we can go get our nails done too tomorrow" Cailey said and I nodded excited "Let's go to the center" Crystal linked her arm to mine and we walked to the center "Hey Taylor" Matt said and I hugged him briefly "Hey, how are you?" I asked "Good" "Matthew Lemiere" I turned to the side to see a handsome jet black haired guy called Matthew and unfortunately that guy came along with Christian. Christian looked at me from head to toe and I just smiled him

his lips twitched. "I'm just saying I don't!" He entered his number in my phone before dropping me off in the garden. Dr. Kelly was already there when I arrived. She had some sort of notebook in her arm as she stretched out her hand to me with a smile. "We didn't get to formally meet. I apologize for my treatment towards you earlier. I didn't know you were his mate," she said. "My name is Dr. Kelly Madison and I will be your therapist from now on."

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

“As your ex-husband, I want to remind you that it’s impossible between you and Matthew. Don’t get confused by the illusion.” “Mr. Larson, could you please explain it clearly? What exactly is the illusion?” “The Henderson family won’t allow you to be with Matthew.” “You’ve advised me about this before.” “Then do you also know that Matthew has a fiancée?” Michael sneered, “You know who his fiancée is too. She’s Sean’s cousin, Rachel Young.” His voice was soft, but Christina was shocked by his words. She held her phone dazedly, forgetting to speak.

His eyes raked over me like he wanted to devour me whole. “Coach… what are we doing?” I whispered, closing the door behind me. “My dad is picking me up in twenty minutes. If he finds out…” “He won’t.” Coach Matthews crossed the room in two strides and backed me against the lockers. His big hand gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him. “You’ve been teasing me for months, Riley. Shaking that tight little ass during drills. Bending over in front of me. You think I didn’t notice?”

Or Hollow Moon. The Reyes line carried the Flame too. Sylvia hadn’t just feared the Matrons. She’d come from them. And she’d spent decades burying that part of herself. I turned the page. There she was. Sylvia. Younger. Barely 16 in the grainy image. Standing beside her mother, Selene, in front of a flame-etched altar. The caption read: "Flame Ritual – Unsanctioned. 4 Matrons present. Collapse followed 6 hours later. Alpha companion deceased. Daughter unharmed.”

That was when Dahlia laughed sardonically and told me, "That's so childish of her. She ran away to cause a panic? No, she's just worried that you'd get upset for hurting Emery. "Well, fine—I'm worried about Emery, but I am willing to make peace for your happiness… and so that she won't hurt Emery ever again. "Don't worry—if her wolf chose you as her mate, she'd never leave you. She just wants you to sweet-talk her." However, I completely ignored Dahlia and stared fixedly at the last text Elara had sent me: [We're done.] A simple line, but it set my heart on fire. I knew Elara.

Damn this mate bond. "I'm done with you," I snapped, my eyes blazing. "I don't need you, James." "Emily, I'm about to become Alpha," he said, waiting for me to relent. "Being my mistress is your best choice. Your mother's life is at stake." He turned to leave, adding, "You'll come around. Your mother can't wait." "I don't need it!" I screamed after him, collapsing, tears streaming down my face. Was there no escape? Would I watch my mother suffer?

It kills me that mothers and fathers may lose their sons and daughters. I can see Eleanor in the front lines, the smirk on her face screams out her murderous intentions, I know what she has in mind. I know her plans and I won’t allow her to return to wherever she came from victorious. I won’t even allow her to leave alive. She has done so many unforgivable things that I can never forget. Just looking at her face makes me remember Rayne’s state in the cells and how hurt she was. I remember how my woman was scared of me the night I found out I could read her thoughts. I remember how she attacked Rayne at court; I remember too many details that make me dream about skinning her alive.