Riley Rasmussen Novels & Stories

The girl knew well that she was a top-tier assassin, but the thought of her not being by Tatiana's side made her uneasy. She stepped forward and grabbed Tatiana's arm, shaking it playfully while pouting, "I don't care! I'm going, no matter what!" Tatiana glanced at her but still didn't agree. The girl's name was Riley. Although she looked young, almost like a high school student, she was already an adult and ranked among the top assassins in the world. Her killing methods were clean and efficient; once she received a mission, she could eliminate her target in record time.

And right as I walked into view, she stopped whatever she was saying to Killian, looked me up and down like a horny construction worker, and wolf-whistled. “Hell yeah – that’s what I’m talkin’ about! What’d ya bring me there, Ryan? Momma likee!” I might have forgotten to mention this, but Riley Wojtalik was a lesbian. She was quite open and very aggressive about it. The stories of her hitting on female fans and taking them back to her room for the night were legion. Gay, bi, straight, didn’t matter. Riley was an equal opportunity horndog. And apparently she was trying to make me her next conquest.

“No, I just want you to consider her. Look, she helped me. Why won’t you just take it as a return and favor to her?” By that, Marika got silent. Not with the fact that Essi helped Riley. She was puzzled that Essi seemed to know better about the man she had been in love with for three years. She kept staring at Riley and suddenly say, “Don’t tell me you’re starting to believe her.” Riley smiled with confidence. “I am Riley Ramirez. Just like you said. I am Riley and we have known each other for three years. We should have our first date downtown but I could not come because of family emergencies.”

Ian nodded, "I agree." They broke away from each other's gaze when a chorus of applause took place. A girl with bright red hair came towards them. She grinned widely at them like she was a hungry wolf and Ian and June were two defenceless rabbits. "We found our power couples!" She declared in a excited squeal. "What?" The red haired girl grinned at both of them. "I am Riley the leader of the drama club," she stretched her hands out to shake. Ian who was too consumed by her previous statement was not fast enough to raise his hand. Instead, June grasped Riley's hand and grinned at her.

Riley wiped the dust off her camera lens for the third time in ten minutes and cursed under her breath. The rental car had kicked up half the county road on the way in, and now her black jeans and tank top already looked like she’d rolled in the dirt. She was supposed to be shooting a quick feature on “modern family farms.” Two days, in and out. Instead she was standing in front of Caleb Hart’s place with her bag at her feet and zero cell service.

The tennis court burned under the late afternoon sun, the score tied in the final set of the mixed-doubles exhibition match. Riley Bennett wiped sweat from her brow, her athletic body glistening, long, toned legs, firm ass and sports bra hugging her full breasts. At twenty-five, she was a rising star: fast, fierce, and competitive as hell.

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure. Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.

a bright voice called out from the entrance. Riley. My new assistant. She was walking toward us, a tray of iced coffees in her hands, her blonde ponytail swinging. Her blue tank top and joggers made her look more like she belonged on the court than behind a desk. “Thought you might want your postgame fix,” she said cheerfully, handing me a cup. “Perfect timing,” I said, trying to sound normal. She smiled, her gaze flicking briefly to Lily. “You must be Lily, the sister, right? . I’ve heard a lot about you.”

A few are on their phones, likely checking the event location, while others toss ideas about which designer cologne to wear like it’s a tactical strategy meeting. That’s when Riley walks in. Riley struts in like she’s late on purpose, all heels and sweet smile, just as two rookies are arguing over pocket square colors. “What’s going on?” she asks, voice annoying as usual, eyes darting around. Flynn doesn’t even glance up from where he’s untying his cleats. Tom does, just briefly, before returning to his phone. I watch Riley scan the room, eyebrows pinched, and the longer she doesn’t spot an envelope in her name, the more her polished demeanor begins to slip.