Riley Matthews Novels & Stories

he says as I wrap my arm around him as we leave the bathroom. ~meanwhile back in the ballroom~ Riley’s POV: That damn bitch just had to mess with Kai. I would of had her too if I wasn’t so worried about him. He’s my best friend and I try to keep us both safe especially against people like Lacey. She’s so damn jealous and power hungry it’s ridiculous. As I’m lost in my thoughts I totally walk into a wall. “Wait there’s a wall in the middle of the room?” I said to myself “no beautiful I’m not a wall” this sexy deep voice says next to me. I finally smell this amazing scent of apple pie and hot chocolate. “Mate” I whisper finally looking up into a pair of bright blue eyes and red hair. “Wow you’

She turned the phone face-down on the table, but her hand remained on it, fingers drumming lightly. Her husband, Grayson thought, jaw clenching. That fucking asshole texting her, harassing her. The file on Riley Smith had made for infuriating reading. Corporate attorney at Matthews & Tate. Reputation as a charmer. They hadn't had time to find out more, just the bare minimum really. Grayson had needed a photo of Riley for security to keep him away from this floor and hopefully out of the building. Grayson's protective instincts flared. Joy was his— His what? His employee. His CFO. That's all.

Matthew put his hand on Travis’s shoulder and said meaningfully, “Let me see her face. Just me and no one else. What you want to do after that is up to you. Don’t forget. I may not guarantee much more here, but privacy is one thing I can provide.” Travis considered it. He nudged Matthew and then opened the door for him to enter. Matthew waited patiently outside, but the smile on his face had slightly faded. Once Travis got into the car, he informed Hailey that the person outside was Matthew Sullivan, a son of the Sullivan family. Our Chalcox Club president is a wonderful friend. Get to know him a little." Hailey had already lowered her head to glimpse Matthew before this, but she couldn’t se

she says, now almost with a screech to her voice, she’s so excited. She takes Rylee’s hand and pretty much pulls her away from me, and Aunt Kelly falls in on the other side of her while they walk her toward the breakfast hall, still chattering on about weddings. Rylee manages to get a quick wave in toward me. At least she’s laughing. “Wow.” I turn to see my brother Matthew standing with his arms crossed. “That makes me almost hope I don’t have a mate.” “I hope she’s okay,” I say.

Riley said, and his voice was flat and tired in a way that was nothing like the easy-going guy I remembered from senior year. I was having trouble reconciling this serious, haunted version of Riley with the person who used to steal my clipboard during team meetings and who had been the only guy brave enough to ask me to prom when everyone else was too intimidated by my reputation. “Christina was nineteen, pre-med student at Portland State, straight A’s, the whole perfect daughter thing,” Riley continued, staring at his hands instead of looking at any of us. “ Naomi was staring at Riley like she’d never seen him before, which was fair because this version of him was nothing the guy we’d known

“Riley fucks me so much better than you ever did. She owns me now. Watch how wet I get for her.” I gripped her wide hips and thrust up hard, making her cry out in pleasure. “You heard her, Matt. Get the fuck out of here.” Matthew’s face was completely crumpled. Real tears filled his eyes as he watched the woman he thought was “the one” riding my strap-on like a pornstar, moaning my name shamelessly while her pussy creamed all over it right in front of him. “Lilian… please… this isn’t you… we had something real.”

“I’m not a traitor.” “I know,” Astra said quietly. Mary turned to her. “Do you believe that?” Astra reached for her hand. “I believe in you. But I also believe there are pieces missing. And we have to find them. Together. For your sake. For our sake." Mary nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. I watched... feeling like I wasn't even there.. I didn’t interrupt. Not yet. But I knew this was only the beginning. Because if Mary really was Maera…

The floor felt like it had opened up beneath me. His voice cut through the room like a cold blade, each of the words filled with venom "I Reject Rachael Snyder as my Mate. She is just an outcast who no one wants, so why should I be the one to be mated to such an unfortunate being.", Mike growled, stepping off the stage to meet the gaze of everyone present. "Don't be fooled by the name sir. She is an original, that's what the moon goddess told me.", Sari urged him to revoke his sentence but he didn't care any more about it.

My eyes widened from shock when I listened to that conspiracy planned by both the Queen Mother and Hela, and that's when mom said, "I'm wrong; I shouldn't have trusted this despicable Wilson. All those years I thought I had got rid of Rita's curse, but now she's after me." I went down a little with my body, looked through the door opening, and saw Hela's forehead narrowing. Then she asked her insistently as she grabbed Ritchie's hand to pull her with her towards one of the sofas and sit next to her, "No, Ritchie... I don't like puzzles; it seems you hide a lot. Tell me what is going on in your head. After all, our interests are shared." I listened to my mother answer her hesitantly. "What ri

He slid it on and waited. Del-Rey watched as Faith laid her hand on her mate’s shoulder, her cheek against the top of his head. The connection, the bonding between them ignited a flare of rage in him that threatened to spark out of control. They were mated. The scent of their bond, their emotions and need for each other was an affront to his senses. An insult to everything that he had been forced to walk away from. When the last cabinet member, Dash Sinclair, closed the file, Del-Rey felt the tension as it began to ratchet up through the room.