Riley Scream Novels & Stories

_ —Rihanna My heart flew into my mouth, and I started to gaped for air. My eyes remained glued on the screen, and I watched as the message disappeared like it was never there, but the message had been passed. I had till the 11th, three days time, to raise that amount. Or I'd lose the only person I had left JACK After series of failed torture to get the exact full truth out of me, I was set free—with my body damaged. But I dare not let Bella see this, she had already gone through a lot already

“Squeezing my fingers so tight I can barely move them.” “Don’t let her come.” Craig pulls from my mouth. Tilts my chin up. My lips are swollen, drool on my chin. “Not until she apologizes.” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Daddy, I shouldn’t have snuck out— I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please let me cum, please—” “What are you sorry for?” Connor adds a third finger and the stretch makes me wail, my wrists pulling against the rope, the clamps shifting against the felt, everything tightening.

Squashing the panic that arose when one’s body was on the verge of unconsciousness, I fought the feeling with deep, steady breaths. “Well, well, well, what a surprise!” Riley bellowed, her voice deafeningly loud and dripping with a thick layer of sarcasm. “Perhaps Lilac here really is Lycan material. It’s a shame she’s a no good murderer, though. Can’t forget that part, can we?” I wanted to scoff and spit in her face. How many people had she and her twisted brother killed? More than I could count, most likely. Riley’s cold, dead eyes flashed with murder.

CLAIRE’S POV Grief makes people do strange things. Some people cry until there’s nothing left in them. Some go quiet, like if they make one wrong sound, everything will collapse. And some people… they smile. Not because they’re okay, but because they don’t know what else to do. Riley was the third kind, and it terrified me. “She’s fine.” I turned slowly, staring at Aiden like he had just said something incredibly stupid. “She’s not fine.”

I screamed from my chest, from my lungs, from every broken place inside me. “Help! Somebody help me!” I pounded my fist weakly against the door. Over and over. My throat burned, my voice cracked, but I kept going. “I’M HERE! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!” Behind me, I heard the faint tap of Lily’s heel against glass. Tap. Tap. Crack. I screamed louder. “PLEASE! ANYONE!” Tap. Crack. Tap. My voice began to shred. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed Rick’s name over and over, hoping he’d stay away long enough. Hoping Lily could move fast enough.

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out

She stared at him soberly, gathering up her emotions because she knew this melancholic thought would only lead to her crying all day. "I was scared." She said, staring down at her feet. He arched an eyebrow at her, her reply surprised him. "What did you say, Riley?" He asked. "I was scared, Lucas. I was scared of what controversy this might raise, I knew it would throw the pack into a state of confoundment and may even cause chaos. I didn't want that, You still have Brenda and everyone knows she's with you." Riley said and looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes. "I couldn't bear to think about what would happen."

"You only taught the entire pack not to believe her." "When she screamed the first time, everyone looked at you. If you had stood up, they would've opened the box." "But you stayed in your chair." "So they stayed in theirs." Adrian drove his fist into the glass. "Shut up." The barrier didn't crack, but his knuckles did. Blood ran down his hand. Selena smiled. "Do you know the funniest part? She was still calling your name when she died." "She didn't call the Enforcers. She didn't call a pack doctor. She didn't call her mother."

People screamed again—this time at her. She looked up, heart pounding, chest heaving. Her hand— Claws. Her eyes— Wolf gold. A man across the street had his phone out. Recording. The world tilted. “Shit,” Riley breathed. Someone was shouting at her, asking if she was okay. The boy was crying. The car had skidded to a stop. But all she could hear was the crackling inside her skull, the voice she hadn’t heard in years. You blew it. Again.

Her body was no longer obeying her and it scared her. Brianna knew it was futile trying to calm Riley down as she herself couldn't control her own body any longer. And it was dangerous sitting there and listening to Riley scream her lungs out, so she managed to pick up her phone with shaky hands and walk out, holding her palms over her ears that felt like they were no longer hers. “Fine, go! Gooooooo!!!!” Riley screamed as Brianna rushed out in tears. Brianna could hear Riley pushing down stuff in their room.