Riley Paige Novels & Stories

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.”

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

At this time, someone rushing from the corner bumped into Gail. The woman immediately yelled, "Haven't you got your eyes?" "Miss, I think you are the one who is so careless to hit us." Jessica was irritated and reasoned with her. Gail tugged at her and apologized, "Miss Brown, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." Jessica knew this woman. She was Paige Brown, a very famous internet celebrity recently. And she was actually a flight attendant of an airline under the Smith Group. Ever since Paige attracted countless male fans online, the airlines under the Smith Group had been thinking the world of her.

The next day. Paige buttoned up the shirt of the uniform. She sat on the couch and picked up her flats. She wore them and stood up on her feet. She loosened her hair flipping them aside in a beautiful way. She applied her lip gloss and powders on her face before picking up her bag. "I am ready for some work," she said to herself. Her phone rings twice. She checked the caller's ID before picking up. "Hey darling," she heard Shelby's soft voice.

My head beats faintly too much wine, too little sleep, and far too many complications waiting for me outside this bed. “What?” I mutter. She doesn’t answer. Instead, she shoves her phone into my face. I blink once or twice before I finally sit up and then I see the headline clearly. WHILE BILLIONAIRE FIANCÉ WAS BUSY CUDDLING HIS EX, PAIGE HARPER WAS SEEN LEAVING A CHILDREN’S HOME ALONE My jaw tightens instantly. “What the hell?” I grab the phone from her hand, scrolling furiously. Photos load one after another Paige stepping out of the children’s home, dressed simply, no makeup, no entourage. Reporters swarming her. Microphones in her face.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Apple says. Rae smiles. “I hope you like it. I wrote for all those who feel unheard and unseen...” she says before standing. She hugs the hosts and makes her way off stage. Her assistant Iris is waiting with her phone and flats. ===== Raeleigh Campbell POV I let out a sigh of relief as soon as the pumps are in my feet. The last two years I’ve been wearing nothing but sneakers, now I have to wear heels again, my feet her cursing me.

she said. I frowned. "Let me introduce you to Ben first," I pulled her away. "Just next time." She back away. "Why? You didn't even say Hi to your uncle," I furrowed. "I have something important to tell you," Paige said seriously. "Hahaha did I say that? Will you admit that you like me as your lover?" I winked at her "Crazy," "What is it? Haha, it looks important," I asked in surprise. "I signed you up for a model of Reedelkin audition," Paige smiled.

Paige’s eyes widened at the realization, yes, this has to be a joke. “Kayden? Do you mean Almighty Kayden? Handsome as the devil Kayden?” Crystal rolled her eyes, she had forgotten, Paige is one of his fangirls. She had religiously followed him on all social media, Kayden was a very popular man, despite being rich and very secretive…He was very handsome. The media and the ladies are all over him; even she had never believed that Cassandra could be associated with someone that powerful, but since she met him, he turned out to be a jerk in real life.

"Thank you, Aunt Talia! You're the best. I love you the most." Talia pinched her cheek gently. "Alright. Go get your scarf and hat. Then we'll go." Maeve was already rushing upstairs. A minute later, she came thundering back down, fully bundled. Talia grabbed the car keys and drove them to Paige's usual shoot location. Paige was a model, handling ad campaigns and fashion shoots across a wide range, though Talia wasn't sure what she was working on that day. She had visited the studio before, so she knew the way. As they drew closer, Talia began to sense that something wasn't right.