Riley Paige Novels & Stories

“Kamila Dickson.” I replied. “I'd love to know what you know about Paige, Kam.” “Paige is innocent. She was bestie to my girlfriend. Well, Ria is out of town now and I haven't been able to reach her. She rarely talked about her, but… She is an introvert. She kind of likes to keep to herself most of the time. She plays the guitar so perfectly well yet refused to join our band because she would rather not be known too much”

Audrey: "..." "You sure? You know how intense she gets when she's chasing someone..." Briella laughed softly. "Exactly. Who else could possibly keep Alan in line?" "...Alright then. I'll light a candle for that poor soul. Let's hope he survives her royal highness." ... The Next Day. X's top trending topic once again: "Paige Sawyer's Clarification." Exploding. Sawyer Corp's official account released a video. In the video, Paige wore a flowing white dress. Her brows were drawn with subtle sorrow, and her eyes still held traces of redness.

He nudged Hailey and said, "Thanks for convincing Zach to let us tag along. I've never watched Paige perform live so this will surely be entertaining. But why is she drenched? Was she playing under the rain?" Ignoring Williams's questions, Paige went to the shed and turned on the instruments which were connected to the socket on the wall. Afterward, she went to the stage she had created and stood on the flowers. Zach's gaze was fixed on her and he felt moved that she went through so much trouble just to perform a song for him on his birthday. "Why won't I be head over heels for you, Paige when you do things like this?" He wondered. Paige began, "The song I am about to sing was sung by one of

The sudden mention of my most hated person made me frown reflexively, making me ignore the deeper meaning behind their words. “Of course, I know she's Ria. That's just a short form of her name.” “No, you don't get it,” Paige shook her head, her frustration evident. “What we mean is—she's THAT Ria. The singer-songwriter that everyone's obsessed with lately.” My thoughts stuttered to a halt. Amidst my confusion, Hannah held out her phone, “Here. Look.” The moment my eyes landed on the picture and the bold headline, everything clicked into place—the furtive stares, the hushed whispers, the snickers.

Selena POV " Uhmm" I lay on the couch, scrolling through social media while hearing Lisa's loud laugh from her room talking to Zack on the phone. I scroll through when all of a sudden a post pump up, Staring at the post I saw Paige, dressed up with several accessories on and with the caption wild life. " Wild life?" I exclaimed, immediately I sent Rachel a text message. " Has Paige paid the cash for the artworks and the mobs?" I sent it.

She had been expecting either Grandma or even the make-up artist who left earlier to check if Rain had arrived as per her request but it wasn't any of those two, it was Cedric looking he just walked out of a mafia runway magazine. Paige felt her breath hitch in her throat as she allowed her gaze to fall on him, checking him out of hair to toe. Why the fuck did the stylist think it was okay to flaunt his thighs like that, she remembered vividly riding those thighs some weeks ago and… “Like what you see?” Paige immediately shook her head, “I mean, I'm just surprised to see you here, that's all,” She lied, clearing her throat to hide the pink tinting her cheeks.

I climbed down from the bed and walked to the desk, on the screen was Paige. Cristela walked out of the bathroom with a hand towel, some parts of her face was still wet. “Paige." I told her stretching the phone to her. She was reluctant to take it. “Hello…" Cristela said dropping the phone on the desk and turning on the loudspeaker. “Hey Cee." Paige said. Cristela was quiet. “I'm calling be-because I saw….I was scrolling through I*******m and saw your picture…Ancho announced you as their new model." Paige said.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Kaya’s POV The café lily invited me to sits tucked on the quiet end of the street, the room smells faintly of cinnamon and roasted beans, and for a moment, it feels like peace. Lily slides into the chair opposite me, sunglasses pushed into her hair, her phone still in her hand. She turns the screen to me to show me a photo of Riley “I checked,” she says without stopping, leaning in over the table. “Riley’s background. Do you know she’s pretending to be you, the Williams heiress.”