Riley Paige Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My earnings stay with me, and his stay with him. I wanted to thank you for keeping me alive back when nobody knew who Logan really was. I wouldn't have made it to this position without your help.” “You’re too soft. I didn't do much.” Paige clinked her glass against mine, a predatory grin on her lips. “But I’m not turning down a bottle of vintage nectar. So, let’s get to the hunt. Why did you really want this dinner? Ask me.” “I want to be an independent designer. I want my own studio in the Citadel.” Paige’s lips pulled back from her teeth in a sharp line. “Has it even been a full cycle since you finished your apprenticeship?”

“Great.” She looks away, still pouting. “Don’t do it again,” she warns. “I faint a lot.” I nod. The whole of Riley’s world pissed me off. I did try on multiple accounts to ask for it to be Aeliana’s world, but she would cry and stop talking to me for days until I gave up and learned to play by the rules. The person who inspired Riley’s world was Audrey. She wanted someone who got more attention and was much more special than her, and that’s how supermodel, actress Riley Vanderbilt was born.

And they apparently found some hidden ones. And I need to see Zach’s reaction with my own eyes. The truth will be in his face. How much did he know about what she did? Paige meets me outside the courthouse steps, oversized sunglasses, iced coffee, and her ‘I am ready to spiritually assassinate someone’ energy dialed all the way up. “You look hot,” she says immediately. “You’re giving ‘expensive woman who left her billionaire husband and hasn’t shed a single tear.’ He’s going to implode on sight.”

All I could focus on was maintaining the shield, protecting Elias, and finding a way out of the collapsing facility before we were buried alive. "Racheal..." Elias's voice was weak against my shoulder. "What... what are you?" "I'm what I was always meant to be," I said, my layered voice somehow calm despite the chaos. "Now hold on. We're leaving." I stood, Elias cradled in my arms, and looked around what remained of the chamber. The exit was blocked by rubble. The ceiling was still falling. Purple flames—Kelly's last gift—were spreading despite having consumed their creator.

Julliet says. "Haisley is a beautiful name and so is Hallie." I nod smiling… Paige nods as well. "How far along are you?" I ask Paige. "Nine weeks…" she says. Julliet smile brightens. "So, you’re not that far behind me. So, tell me, did you tell you tell Storm yet?" Julliet asks. “Did the babies take all your brains or were you always like this?” Paige deadpans. I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing…

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure. Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.

“If you’re not careful, I’m going to end up spoiled.” “Oh no.” I kissed the inside of her wrist. “How terrible.” Paige laughed as we peeled away. At the designer’s studio, with some help from me, Paige slipped out of her clothes and stepped into a gorgeous, deep blue sheath dress covered in red-gold embroidery that brought out her hair. “I can’t wear a bra or reasonable panties with this,” she hissed after she’d finally kicked me out of the dressing room. I leaned against the wall and peered through the crack in the curtains. Even like this, she was stunning. “So don’t.”

However, he met Paige now all of a sudden, so the various doubts he had about Paige emerged again. "Noe, how did you pursue her? She looks pretty good." A rich heir around Noah raised a query. "She's called Paige Reynolds. We're near Ridgeview University, aren't we? So, I got up one morning and went there to kill time. I heard that a student was having a photography exhibition there that day, so I went to take a look. "When I almost reached the library square, a beautiful woman didn't see her way and bumped into me. It was Paige. But when I wanted to scold her fiercely, I realized how pretty she was, so I soon swallowed all the swear words."

"Why, Paige? Because you were always so unapproachable. There were times when you turned me on, made me so hot that I thought I was going to explode... and ......... and then you would just put up that damned 'don't touch me' shield. And when you did that I had to have someone else. Any woman." "You're a liar, Stefan. Why didn't you tell me that you wanted me?" He managed a winning smile. "I guess way back in my head I wanted to save you for marriage." Paige's smile was cynical and sinister. "It's too bad you didn't save Aurora, because I'm history, Stefan Riley." She stood up, holding her glass. Stefan never had time to react when she walked to his side and emptied the glass in his lap. She

Priya had smiled and said it made me look like I knew exactly what I was doing—which was generous enough to count as fiction. I did not know what I was doing. Not tonight. Not lately. Maybe not ever. Riley stepped closer and adjusted the thin strap on my shoulder with gentle fingers. Her black dress was sharp and simple, her curls pinned back with tiny silver clips that caught the light whenever she moved. For once, her signature grin was missing. She studied my face with quiet intensity that made my skin itch. “You’re doing that thing,” she murmured. “What thing?” “Pretending you’re fine so aggressively that it’s starting to look like a medical condition.”