Riley Thorn And The Dead Guy Next Door นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

he grins. ******** Third person's POV Jackson and his friends were all surrounded Hannah's house. Jackson knock on the door but no one answered, all the lights were off and the door was locked meaning no one was home. It was 11:00pm. They picked the lock and the door opens. Slowly and steady, they entered, Jackson remaining that Nancy once told him that her room was downstairs. They started to find the switch, Caleb got it and turned on the light. "Looking for something?" Hannah's voice came from the stairs, startling all of them. "Jackson and his crew, why are you guys invading my home?" She smiles as she started to go downstairs.

He took his phone out of his pocket and placed a call to the security at the gates, guarding the place. “Hello, sir.” The man who had answered his call and who Tyler knew as Tennyson spoke up after Tyler introduced himself. “My neighbor just found black roses by her doorstep without ordering them. Do you want to explain how that could be?” Tyler snapped. “Firstly, it's not in your place to lay a complaint. Secondly, how the fuck am I supposed to know anything about that spoiled brat?” He retorted.

Arlo asks. The five of us are lounging around the house later that night. Dylan has his head in my lap as I play with his hair. Riley is spread out on the loveseat while Luke the giant takes up half the fucking couch. “No.” I answer. The doorbell rings, and since he is getting up to get something to drink, Riley answers the door. I hear him ask whoever it is what they are doing here, but I don’t hear the other person’s response. I turn to see who it is when I hear footsteps approaching us. My eyes widen when I see who is following Riley.

"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