Riley Pronunciation Novels & Stories

She was clearly flustered and looking at Cain like he was some kind of impossibly attractive creature that had just wandered into her ordinary college life. “Naomi,” Cain repeated, like he was testing how her name sounded in his voice. “That’s a beautiful name. Are you studying here as well?” “Psychology major,” she said, and I could see that she was trying to sound normal despite the fact that Cain was still holding her hand and looking at her like she was the most fascinating person he’d ever encountered. Riley cleared his throat loudly. “And I’m Riley,” he said, his voice slightly louder than necessary as he tried to insert himself into the conversation.

“Where is it? That little girl is getting on my nerves now.” “Aeliana, that is not funny.” “My name is Riley.” She snaps, her chest heaving. Just like then, she has Riley’s short temper. “Ra-eye-lee.” “Riley,” I try it out on my tongue, but it just doesn’t feel right, and the way she’s behaving scares me. “Yes, now get out of my way.” She hisses, pushing me out of the way. “Where are you going?” “To find that little maid, what’s her name? It's on the tip of my tongue.”

How deep was Ryan in all this? But I swallowed them. Too early. Too risky in this room full of ears and agendas. The doors burst open again, this time with far less dignity. Riley came sprinting in, cradling her laptop to her chest like a shield, her earphones dangling precariously off one ear. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” she gasped, weaving around the table. “My Russian teacher is the devil himself. Good evening, guys!” She bumped fists with Ramsey as she dropped into the last chair on his side, breathless but beaming.

And when our eyes locked something inside me snapped tight. She looked at me the way someone stares at a puzzle they’ve already solved. “Avery,” she said softly, almost fondly. “Sweet, forgotten Avery.” Lydia growled, low and menacing. I forced a breath past the tightness in my chest. “What do you want?” Riley stepped further into the room, her heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. “What do I want?” She repeated the words slowly, savoring them. “Oh, Avery… you have no idea how long I’ve waited to ask you that myself.”

When Riley says “oh nothing,” it usually means the exact opposite. Everyone in the room knew it. The problem was Riley also enjoyed suspense far too much. She walked down the stairs slowly like she was entering a stage performance. Her eyes moved between me and Lisa again before she dropped dramatically onto the couch beside Bella. Elias narrowed his eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” “I am just happy,” Riley said innocently. “You are never just happy,” he replied. Lisa grabbed a bottle of water from the table and sat down on the arm of the chair, acting completely normal.

Riley looks down at his groin, then back at me as he mutters, “Minnie me stopped performing a couple of days before Willow arrived.” I burst out laughing, “Minnie me; you call your dick Minnie me?” Riley laughs, “Of course, normally, he stands to attention when I want him to. I thought something was wrong with me, then Willow turned up, and Ryder started screaming ‘Mate’ in my fucking head.” I pat Riley on the back as I say, “I am sorry, mate, but it's only two years; I am sure you will manage.”

Riley was already up, sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling her phone with this evil little grin that meant trouble. “Morning, slut,” she said without looking up. I threw a pillow at her head. “Excuse me?” She caught it, laughed. “I said good morning. But also, what the hell were those noises last night? Sounded like someone was rearranging furniture with their ass.” My stomach dropped straight into my asshole. “What noises?”

He then sighed and closed his phone putting it in his pocket and looked at me again. "Nicolai" He whispered so soft and low, I almost missed it but since y'all know I have got like super hearing I heard it. I nodded my head at him, "That's a nice name. My name is Riley" I smiled at him but his eyes widen a little and he looked at me as if looking into my soul and I shifted uncomfortably. Is this boi tryna steal my soul or what? I chuckled nervously, I mean this dude could be a soul-stealer or into witch craft for all I know. "Riiillleeeeyyyyyy" Ryder came running, again, yelling my name as he 'hid' behind me and tightly held me by my arms. I sighed in relief because I almost passed out from

Our eyes widened immediately. "Riley?"

Riley clears her throat from the doorway, backpack already slung over one shoulder, morning sunlight streaming in behind her. "So... I'm guessing neither of you got much sleep last night." She shifts her weight, glancing between their disheveled appearances with raised eyebrows. "Mr. Prickles and I are heading to the library. Some of us have actual studying to do." She pauses, her expression softening slightly. "You good, Lyric? Need anything before I go?"