Riley Rasmussen Novels & Stories

Berry felt ice slide down her spine. "How do you know about Riley's connection to Jezza?" Berry asked carefully. "I do my research on everyone, especially people who live in my space." Cossy stood up and walked slowly toward the kitchen. "Riley Chen, twenty-six years old, runs an art gallery in SoHo. She spent the last three years in Europe, and before she left, she was completely inseparable from Jezza Clarksville, daughter of Harold Clarksville who runs Phantom Tech where you work."

“Lily – I need you ASAP. Where are you?” I ask Lily through our mind-link. There is only one person who would understand why I am freaking out right now. Waiting for a couple minutes, she finally replies, “Ugh Katie – I am in training and then I have some work to do at the childcare.”

He mumbles, looking down at his desk. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, if that’s the case, can you please be Ainsley’s helper and introduce her to everyone this week?” She sounds nicer now. “Alright, Miss Ratner.” His eyes brighten up. He looks at me and smiles, “Hi! I’m Riley.” He has straight blonde hair that comes down to his chin. It’s a little tangled and looks like straw. I don’t think he brushed it this morning. He has hazel eyes and tan skin. He’s missing a couple of teeth that make his smile look funny.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

The elevator doors opened with a sharp ding and I stepped out into the hallway of my agency. “Morning, Mr. Maddox,” someone muttered as I passed and I grunted in return. My phone buzzed. Four missed calls. Two from sponsors. One from a journalist. One from someone I didn’t even want to think about. I turned the corner toward my office—and stopped. I saw Riley just walking into my campaign assitant’s office and something was… different about her. She wasn’t wearing her usual loose blouses and too-long slacks. No, today she had on a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and dipped just below her knees. A white blouse, tucked in. Fitted. Clean and intentional.

“You clean up well, *cara mia*.” Riley’s mouth curves in a bright, fake smile. “You should see her in sweats, Mr. Moretti. It’s a spiritual experience.” Vince’s eyes flick to Riley, assess, dismiss. “Ms…?” “Torres,” Riley says. “Your daughter’s stylist. And emotional support human.” He doesn’t laugh. “Don’t let her drink too much,” he says to Riley, as if Ava isn’t there. “We have donors watching.” “I’ll staple her mouth shut if necessary,” Riley says sweetly.

Join them as they face reality to an end which was never expected. Riley is my name . Dark skinned , long crinkly black hair , pink lips , hazel orbs and medium height . My best friend is Johan Mills, I have a brother and I'm in high school , senior year . My parents always consider me a disappointment and the black sheep so I moved to a boarding school to avoid them. I met Johan three days after arriving in high school and trust me he is the best. We've been through so much and he even knows me better than my brother . My parents have always been a pain in the neck so don't blame me ever for any thing I do when I'm with them .

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

The afternoon came and Riley decided to take a bath in the pool. She wanted to relax. She was wearing a black bikini, and her body was amazing, not too slim, just right. Bruce came out to the yard to look for his wife/cousin to tell her that tonight a few friends would join him. When he saw her, he felt an insane urge to touch her. Riley paused when she saw him: -Leo! I am sorry, did you need me? she asked him

Riley did not give him a chance to catch his breath and punched him again, but Rickard grabbed him by his wrist. "Riley Simms, a professor of the Department of Psychology at the University of Emperion. You used to be a well-known psychologist in Emperion and even had your own clinic. However, you got sued one day... It was because of a lawsuit that had something to do with suicide induction." Riley’s expression dimmed, but there was still a smile on his face. "Wow, the information that you have is quite detailed." On the other side of the ward, 013 had gradually fallen into a disadvantage. Riley also saw that it was almost impossible for them to take Renfrew away, so he winked at 013, then t