Riley Scream Novels & Stories

Riley yelled at the top of her voice”. I tried distracting myself from the noise as I stared out the window. Turning away from the window, I looked in front of me and saw Riley and George locked lips, kissing. “Come on Riley, concentrate on the road. You….. “ I was cut shut by a loud bang which was followed by a painful scream. “What just happened?” I was horrified. Riley had a shocked expression on her face. “Guys! I think I just hit someone or something. I don’t know…” She bellowed in a state of panic.

Why was I saying this? Tears began to flood down my face as if my body had started to connect the dots faster than my mind could. "Where's Riley?" I call out in sheer desperation. I needed to know she was ok. Something was telling me she was anything but. I looked over to see my parents' already pale complexion pale even further. When no one answered me, I began to scream out for her. "RYLEY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as another image flooded my mind. I saw her lifeless body next to me, blood pouring from a gaping wound in her head.

"I just want to pick you up and rag you about." When the lad at the next table flashed him a surprised look Riley noticed, turning to the lad with a dark glare. "Fuck's your problem?" The poor guy looked like he was about to crap his pants. He said nothing, just blinked a few times and returned to his conversation with his friends. Scarlett felt a rush of panic as Riley scraped his chair legs back, about to get up from the table. "Oh, no don't, please don't," she whispered, shaking her head. "Please?"

The last high pitched scream made him instantly run to her. "No." He tried to shake her but she didn't wake up. He sat down and hugged the life out of her. For a moment he was scared to see her like this. But touching her made him realize She was sweating all over her body. Her body was shaking and she was whimpering in a small voice. Yet it seemed body contact made her feel at ease. Since she stilled. And stopped throwing her arms in the air. Riley was in a daze and was reliving the same scene when Stuart had died.

"You don't have to fold them neatly, you idiots! Just stuff them in! We need to leave this house in less than three minutes!" "Mom, stop it! You’re scaring me right now!" Riley cries out, his voice cracking as he stands up from the bed, his hands trembling. "Why are the maids packing my things? Why are you screaming like that? What's happening?" I instantly freeze, a sharp pang of maternal instinct cutting through my panic. I step toward him, grabbing his face in my trembling hands, trying to force a calm smile onto my lips.

Abigail screamed. “Wait…” Riley yelled. “Don’t hurt her. I… I will drop the gun, okay?” He put the gun to the floor right in front of him.

I smiled, it's like fairy tale, too good to be true. Lou Riley could not probably have an interest in me. That kiss the other night, it must have been a slip-up. "Andrè?" she called quietly. "Yeah," I answered. "I don't desire to be simply friends," she aforesaid within the same quiet voice, pulling off from me a bit to look me within the eye. I leaned down and kissed her softly. She kissed back and that I smiled, as I force away, breaking the kiss.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

She pulled out her phone to record, but her hand slipped on the wet metal windowsill. CLANG. The sound echoed through the quiet building. Sanchez and Marcus spun around, their eyes locking on the window. “Who’s there?!” Marcus yelled, reaching for his waistband. “Run!” Liam grabbed Riley’s hand and they bolted down the fire escape. Behind them, they heard doors slamming and footsteps pounding. They burst onto the street, weaving through crowds as Sanchez’s men gave chase. Riley’s heels slipped on the wet pavement—she stumbled, and one of the men lunged for her.

“We still have hours left in this flight. I’m going to fuck you again before we land — and next time, I’m going to make you scream my name while the whole cabin might hear.” Riley stood there trembling, cum pouring down her legs, completely ruined and utterly satisfied. She smiled weakly. “I can’t wait.” The mile-high club had claimed her completely.