Riley Matthews Novels & Stories

Riley's POV Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw through those bars. Mateo’s face was wrecked. Bruises layered over bruises, left to darken without treatment. Split lip, dried blood crusted along his hairline and down his neck. He was holding his ribs with one arm, and the angle told me at least two were cracked. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely get the key in the lock. "…Riley?" His voice came out hoarse. "Is that…you?"

“They’re dead.” The truth was revealed before Raisya by Matthew. Raisya let out a very soft gasp. “No way.” Raisya denied him. “I did not train Rin to be so weak. What kind of enemy did she face to have been killed?” She seemed angry. “Me. I was that enemy.” Matthew said with a low voice. Raisya’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” Matthew took a deep breath and said the next few words with a slightly louder voice than before. “I… I killed them.”

His tone was protective, unwavering, deliberately placed like a shield between her and every assessing gaze. Emily swallowed the rising pulse in her throat. But with Justin’s hands on her shoulder, she felt steadied. She took one small step forward, bowed slightly, and offered her soft greeting. “Hi, I’m Emily. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir... and Ms. Rachel.” Rachel tilted her head, lips curving—not with welcome, but something unreadable. Matthew didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched. That sharp, calculating gaze wasn’t aggressive, but it held weight. He sipped his coffee slowly, letting the silence stretch just enough to make it uncomfortable.

“Riley!” Riley started protesting like a five-year-old kid saying ‘But Mooooom, all the other kids are doing it!’ “It’s just Ryan!” she complained. “I don’t care, don’t be so crude.” Riley sighed, and even though I couldn’t see her, I could tell she was addressing Ryan again. “I lied. I been livin’ with Mother Superior here for a week, and I been stone-cold sober and gettin’ about as much action as a butt-fugly nun.”

Emily Warner “Also if you don’t mind, since we have ended things between us on such good note, you might leave soon and last night, my mother interrupted us…” I say shyly looking down at the floor, drawing circles with my fingers. “Yes?” He asks, as I see him anticipating my next words. “You know-“ I say too embarrassed to say the whole thing. “Emily, sweetheart, you have to speak up. I don’t want to make assumptions.” He groans as he stares at my completely red face now.

Rile and Silius sat on the steps near the ground, watching the football team practice. Silius laughed at something Rile said, completely unaware of the eyes burning holes into the back of his head. Mathew kept glancing their way between plays, his jaw clenched and fists tightening every time Rile leaned in or said something that made Silius smile. Whatever else was going on, Mathew didn't care. Rile was still stealing his time. Silius had come here to watch him, not sit around and chitchat with someone else, like he wasn't the one sweating his soul out on the field just to impress him.

They’re loud and annoying, but they are great for business. They get into a bathroom, and moments later Matteo gets out, fuming, and storms off. I am generally not one for drama, but I am genuinely curious, especially when Riley gets out and looks like she just had a mental breakdown. She walks towards me, so of course I pretend I don’t see her, but for some reason I am oddly excited. Maybe it’s because she is a spitfire and I like it when she challenges me, just begging me to tame her. But I can’t do that. She is Matteo’s girlfriend and my bargaining chip.

It had been seven long years since I last saw him clearly. However, when I reached Rowan’s villa, just as I was about to knock, I froze. From inside, I heard breathless sounds. I tilted my head, listened carefully, and glanced up at the familiar entrance to make sure I hadn’t gone to the wrong place. “How about it, Rowan? Isn’t it more thrilling for us to mate in our true wolf forms?” That voice… It belonged to my younger sister, Evelyn Dougherty! “Tell me, Rowan,” Evelyn gasped between breathy moans, “Who do you like being with more? Me or my sister, Mia?”

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

“ I don't understand why she treats you this way. Yet you stop me from giving her a piece of my mind.’’ he says, bringing his fingers over my cheeks and brushing his knuckles over my skin. I can't help but shut my eyes relishing at the feeling it brings. “ I'm not going to be the reason you go against your mother.’’ “ but alondra…’’ “ Come on, Weston,’’ I interrupted, “ we should go before someone catches us.’’ “ Sometimes I wonder why I'm so much more comfortable with you than those whom I call my family. I love them but with you my life feels complete.’’ END OF FLASHBACK. ~~~~~~~~~ He said it won't stop for the first time he said it that day. if you have completed my presents. Now it certa