Riley Thorn And The Dead Guy Next Door Novels & Stories

SILAS The piece of shit died before I made it out of town. I threw the door open and slammed it shut, my hand gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. “Fuck!” The roar echoed into the night, my voice raw and frayed. I kicked the front tire hard enough to send a jolt straight up my leg, but the pain wasn’t enough. Not even close. Riley was gone. Taken. By him. Orin didn’t just hunt werewolves. He made a sport of it—stalking them, breaking them, killing them. And he’d gotten Riley. My gut twisted at the thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my scalp as I yanked at my hair.

I had no rejoinder. “I will be seeing you at The Juicy Gourd tomorrow for dinner. Call me when you get there. Or I call you.” And he ended the call. I arrived minutes ago. I was just about to call him when Riley called instead. And now we’re here. “What do you mean that Rattle and the others didn’t come back? What do you mean your man at the station said all their bodies are at the morgue and that a Scar Icegard and Luke Denvers made the report?” I shoot to my feet. “That’s a father and son duo, Riley!”

Was that why he was so interested in Sara? “What the hell are you assholes doing in my bar?” Trent Younger, the owner of The Fainting Goat and a number of other restaurants in Fair Haven, came up to the trio with a grin on his face. Trent went way back with the Thorntons, as he and Lizzie Thornton had dated until they’d broken up unexpectedly when they’d barely graduated high school.

Thorne’s head snapped toward the door. “Wards just dropped,” he whispered. The temperature plummeted. Frost crawled across the stone floor in perfect circles. My breath came out white. From the shadows beneath the largest sarcophagus, something giggled. High, childlike, and very, very hungry. Thorne stepped in front of me, shadows rising like wings. “Riley,” he said, voice calm. “Whatever comes out, do not let it taste your blood.” The lid of the sarcophagus slid open with a scream of stone on stone.

You never walked in without being watched. At the far end, a battered steel door sat beneath a flickering red light. Riley walked up and knocked three times — slow, fast, slow. A slit opened in the metal. A woman’s eyes narrowed from the other side. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “Hi, Romy,” Riley said. “Missed you too.” The door creaked open. --- Romy looked like a ghost that had survived a fire and then lit another one just for fun. Tall and sharp-eyed, she wore a dark trench coat with knives strapped to her thighs and silver rings on every finger. Her hair was coiled into dreadlocks streaked with blue, and her gaze lingered too long on Jaxon before she turned to Riley with arms crossed.

I said getting up from my chair, Kate sat on it. "Hi, I'm Kate, Kate Henderson, Jackson step sister, my best friend Hannah had left after her mother's death to start all over, Jackson Henderson got angry that he never knew she was going, he poured his anger out on me, he ràped me, brought his friends over to ràpe me, he kept bringing them over, threatening not to say anything or he'll kill me. Oh, I believe him, why? Because he had murdered three people, Piper Lawrence, Nancy Newman and Jones Pete. I was saved by my friends as they took me away from the house, when my parents are not home, I couldn't be alive today if it wasn't for them" she stood up and wipe the tears running down her face,

"Then, Jackson, exercise caution. There is no more money for mistakes. I nodded, her words weighing me down. She knew exactly what I needed. We would lose everything by one bad action. I let that pass by. Just as I was ready to reply, the door knocked. Riley walked inside, his face austere. Tight in voice, he replied, "We have a problem." "What now?” My tolerance was running thin, I asked. Riley looked from Ava to me before she spoke. "We have seen some men from Blackthorn close to the northern boundary. They are scanning the area most likely getting ready for an attack. My muscles stiffened, the known surge of adrenaline coursed through me. "What is the count?" Riley answered, "A dozen, may

I swallowed hard, not knowing if I should at least smile at him or not. I quickly looked away and started swaying my hips to the music. Lucy kept dancing like no one was watching her and she was pretty good at it while I was standing in the middle awkwardly not knowing how to dance or do anything. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulders and turned around to find one of my classmates smiling down at me. It was Tyler Whittman from the football team. "You are Riley Adams, right?" he asked, making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. I've noticed him hanging out with Tristan and his crew a couple of times but I had no idea why he was talking to me. Tristan promised me that his friends wouldn't bot

Riley had nightmares all night and could not sleep very well. It was dawn when she felt so tired and felt her eyes closing, she fell asleep. When Riley woke up she felt a sudden pain in her chest. This was a very sad day for her. She lost the only parent she had left and she knew that she lost a part of her heart. She had lost her mother a few years ago, but she had her father that has always taken care of her. Even when he got married to Tabitha, he would leave her alone, but he would always call her and ask her if she was alright. He would pay for everything, from school, clothes, apartments, vacation, and everything that she wanted. That was not love, but she knew he loved her in his own

God this Is too much for me! "either way , nothing justifies murder" Julia said disapprovingly "Did no one really see the killer? What if someone did and refuses to say something?" My heart pounded as Liam said that . I wanted to say that person was me, I wanted to share this heavy burden with someone else . I wanted to scream to the whole of Riverdale that the criminal was my next door neighbor. I couldn’t . Unless I want to see my parents being thrown off a cliff. "No one knows for sure, as usual , the police are keeping it quiet " Tony grumbled