Riley Scream Novels & Stories

Even I wasn't sure where this was going, but even I was starting to think Damien had gone completely rabid. *************** "You fucking bitch!" Riley screamed, his rage reaching new heights. He lunged forward, driving the knife into Damien's stomach. *************** Everyone in the room jumped, including me. My heart stopped as I watched, waiting for Damien to fall. But he didn't. Damien stood there, completely unfazed, a small smile curling on his lips as Riley held the knife in place. ***************

"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.

He looked every much a demon staring at me. He was screaming at the witches to stop, but they held him frozen beside me. I looked to him and smiled weakly. I was going to be ok. "Riley!" He shouted, then his body flipped sideways in the airs. His back arched and arms hung down his side. He looked possessed and I didn't like it. I began shaking my head no, pleading with no voice for them to stop. Liam wasn't ok!

“What demon, Riley? Stop being vague. Just tell me what it is.” Riley flinched. His bottom lip trembled and his eyes, wide and frantic, filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I thought you knew.” The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I snapped. Not because I was angry at him—God, no—but because I was scared. I stepped toward him, reaching out instinctively. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, my voice softer now.

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.

Zelia screamed. "What are you talking about?" I raised a brow. Do I get what she was talking about? Yes, of course but was I going to pretend that I had no idea? Yes. "Riley is my secretary and also, the same woman that I am trying to buy her favors and get on our side." I added.

"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.

How deep was Ryan in all this? But I swallowed them. Too early. Too risky in this room full of ears and agendas. The doors burst open again, this time with far less dignity. Riley came sprinting in, cradling her laptop to her chest like a shield, her earphones dangling precariously off one ear. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” she gasped, weaving around the table. “My Russian teacher is the devil himself. Good evening, guys!” She bumped fists with Ramsey as she dropped into the last chair on his side, breathless but beaming.

“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.