Riley Thorn And The Dead Guy Next Door の小説・ストーリー

I toyed with my little gun; of course I needed a weapon for some extra layer of protection. I had been on the couch when the door to my apartment was slammed open; the lock broke free. "What did you do, Riley?" It was Thane, and he was very mad. "What do you mean?" "I know about your little meeting with Trent; don't play the fool. What did you do?" "I did nothing."

For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m bleeding out. This is strange. This is not the life we know, but it’s starting to feel like something we could build. The next few days turn into weeks and we get into a routine. Ryan teaches Kaelion how to play video games. He breaks the controller by accident. Twice. Thorne helps Elle fix a blown fuse. He’s surprisingly good with wires. Sylvaine finds a bookstore and returns with three paperbacks and a tabloid featuring werewolves as a “mysterious forest hunk.” She has become obsessed with human books and food.

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

"She'll be fine. Come on, let's go. It will be sun down before we know it." I blew out a breath and followed him to the next village. It was much more quiet than the previous village, and I wondered if the Thorne guy simply chose much more quiet places for his practice. It helped that I carried an unconscious kylie. At least, there weren't so many people who looked at me like I had killed a person when I passed by. "Have you met this Thorne bloke once before?" I asked Jason, and he nodded. " a couple of times. He's part of the witchy woo group that I don't really have anything against."

"This girl is nothing but a homewrecker. I was about to marry my fiance, and she swooped in to play the damsel to steal him away. "She's been with a bunch of guys, a real pro at breaking up relationships. Don't let her looks fool you. "Why bother with the cops? I'm dealing with a homewrecker here, it's personal. You gonna call the cops on that?" As her clothes were being torn off, Holly shook with anger, desperate to speak up for herself. However, with her mouth clamped shut, all she could do was whimper helplessly. In the midst of the chaos, her phone was snatched away.

We left the house and as i was locking the door, I noticed some dude ringing the door bell of the flat next to mine. I suddenly remembered the encounter from the previous day, her hazel brown eyes staring at mine as she sweetly asked me to turn off my music. She looked like the typical country girl with the pale pink body hug long sleeve shirt she was wearing and the white flowing skirt all the way to her ankle. Her blonde hair was in a bun which was kind of messy because a piece of hair was falling on her face. Seeing her and the way she dressed reminded me of my ex and I couldn't help but get angry, she had miss goody two shoes written all over her and she even had the nerve to ask me to t

CHAPTER 84: THORNHILL IS SHOT DEAD KIMBERLY: The phone slipped from Damien's hand and landed on the table with a dull thud, its screen still lit. His face lost all color. "Damien?" I reached for his hand. "What is it? What happened?" He slowly turned to face me, his jaw tight, eyes distant. "Thornhill is dead." My heart skipped. "Thornhill? You mean Mr. Thornhill, the attorney?"

"I said I'll handle it. Now shut up." Riley closed her eyes. She thought about the ice. The way it felt to score that goal. For one second, she had been happy. Now, she was just a ghost in a room with a man who looked at her like a debt he intended to collect. She drifted off to the sound of Jax’s keyboard, a steady, rhythmic clicking that felt like a countdown. The next morning, the knocking started before the sun was even up. It wasn't a polite knock. It was heavy. Urgent.

I'd deal with what it meant later, when the twins were safe and the sixty days were intact and I could afford to do something about Selene Voss without it becoming a larger fire than I had hands to put out. We went back to the living room. Grayson had surrendered completely to the block tower project and was accepting structural critiques from Hunter with the dignity of a man who had decided that losing gracefully was a skill worth practicing. I heard Riley before I saw her — a small sound from the direction of the kitchen, quickly suppressed. I turned. She was watching Grayson and Hunter with the expression she got when something was too much and she was holding it by the very edge. I didn'

As if to show he was in control Grayson slammed Riley to the ground before he pressed his forearm across Riley's throat pressing him back into the wall, not quite cutting off air but making the threat clear. "You ever," Grayson said, each word shooting out of his mouth like nails, "touch her again, come near her again, even think about her again, I will end you. I will make your life so miserable you will beg me to kill you. Do you understand me?" Riley's face was turning red. "You can't—" "I can." Grayson leaned closer. "I have lawyers that cost more than you make in a year, dickhead. I have connections that can make you unemployable in this city. And right now, I have a very strong desire