Novel & Cerita Riley Rasmussen

she resolved, her thoughts consumed by the weight of the impending conversation. With a heavy heart and a mind filled with uncertainty, Daisy drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by the echoes of decisions yet to be made. ************************************************ The next morning, Daisy took her bath and drove her friend to her office. "Remember what I told you Daisy, don't jeopardize your relationship for anything." Alison's voice was barely above whispers. She shut the door of the car and walked up the stairs of the hospital. Just then, Daisy Hunter's phone rang.

"Give me your digital keys. When the sun is high, I’ll help you negotiate the terms." "Connor, you promised not to interfere with my territory." "I haven't given you my gold or my soldiers, Ava. As your husband, can't I at least help you sharpen your claws?" He flashed a winning, predatory smile. "Fine," I relented. "But just this once." As I was preparing to leave for the Turner Studios den, my slate chimed. It was Lisa. "Riley just received a golden summons from the Council of the Top 10 Model Awards. The whole Studio is howling about it."

“Just completely exhausted from being sick all night.” “And you all went with her to urgent care?” Jessica asked, looking between me, Ethan, and Riley with obvious curiosity. “That’s really sweet of you guys, but…..” Riley stepped forward slightly, and I realized this was probably the first time Jessica had seen him in our room. “I’m Riley,” he said, extending his hand for Jessica to shake. “I went to high school with Lily and Naomi. And Ethan too.” “Oh, you’re the Riley that Lily mentioned a few times,” Jessica said, brightening up as she shook his hand. “The one who was on the volleyball team with her back in high school.”

he shouted back before disappearing into a group of friends who had just arrived from the starting point. Riley went to one of the outdoor windows of the diner and ordered two cups of coffee and two pieces of pie to go. She turned her back on the window while she waited and crowd watched. Rita Flannigan, bubblegum pink hair like a beacon in the night, was striding toward her. At over six feet tall and wearing leather from head to foot she was impossible to miss.

Riley suddenly gasped, cutting her mother's words off. "Why? What's wrong Riley?" She asked her as she held her hand in worry. Riley didn't reply, she pulled out her hands from Madison's and stood up, shakily walking towards the small TV in the room. She gasped in horror when she read the news headline. Not believing it, she turned up the volume of the TV. POPULAR ALPHA OF THE CRESCENT MOON PACK, LIAM RUSSEL WAS FOUND DEAD IN ONE OF HIS MANSIONS OUTSIDE OF HIS PACK TODAY AFTER COMMITING SUICIDE.

He didn't pay me any attention. Beside him was Reese then next to Reese was Alex. Then there was an empty seat in between Alex and River. Alex raised a hand excitedly, wiggling his fingers in a wave. “Hi, there! Sleep well?” He said loudly. I swallowed. Then nodded stiffly. “Yes. I did.” I moved toward an empty seat near Ramsey, but paused halfway. “Where's Riley?” I asked. She wasn't at the table. Riley wasn't here. Ramsey was the one who answered. “Riley can't make it to breakfast anymore. She's busy with her classes.”

I asked quietly. And he let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck again (habit, I guess) like he was debating how much to say. “There’s this girl named Riley I know. She’s… kind of a big deal around here. She’s in a band and plays the guitar. They perform at a couple of spots in the city sometimes.” I raised an eyebrow. “Her music must be good, then.”

*A wheelchair makes me feel useless. "I figured," Amanda said with a knowing smile. "Amanda!" A voice called from the doorway. Amanda turned to see Riley. Robin froze. It had been ages since he’d seen her; she was always busy—even busier than he was. "Riley, you’re here." Amanda greeted her. Riley looked sharp in her casual gear, her hair pulled into a high ponytail, her movements full of a brisk, cool energy. "Amanda, I need to talk to you," Riley said, her voice crisp and urgent.

“What's going on?” A tall blond girl stared back at me, trying to catch her breath quickly. “First day?” I nodded. “Hi, I'm Riley. I'm in my second year and you better hurry if you are heading to the orientation. Professor Duaine hates tardiness and trust me, you would rather not get on his bad side, not especially as a freshman.” Her lips danced swiftly. My stomach fluttered with a contour or nervousness and something intriguing. “Professor Duaine again?” “Alpha Duaine,” she corrected. “He's our Pack leader and the strictest professor on campus.”

Just silence. She hadn’t killed him. But she’d covered for someone who had. Now, it was unraveling. All of it. --- The next morning brought a knock on her door. Riley groaned. “If this is a dominance test, I’m legally obligated to punch you.” “It’s me,” said a voice she didn’t recognize. “Lena. Jaxon’s sister.” Riley opened the door warily. The girl was young — maybe nineteen — with soft curls, bright hazel eyes, and an oversized hoodie with coffee stains on the sleeve.