Riley Thorn And The Dead Guy Next Door Novels & Stories

Then he spotted Julia, he stopped and just seemed surprised. Even I was confused as to how he looked astonished when he looked down, and why he acted that way. "What happened to you, bro?" I asked as soon as I glanced, I can see my hand was still holding hers. I reverted it immediately because I was uncomfortable and didn't want my friend Derek Jones to think something else. "Anyway, this is Julia Avery," I said, "She's our new next-door neighbor. Julia, this is my friend, Derek Jones," I said as I gazed towards her.

If he thought too hard about his Mastercard bill, that burger he ate would probably come right back up. He turned on the local top forty station and David Lee Roth blasted out of the speakers, singing “Just a Gigolo.” Riley didn’t really care what music was on as long as there was noise. Noise helped him think, which was reason number 108 why he could never live in a quiet little town like Smiths Hollow. Of course, Smiths Hollow wasn’t quite as quiet as advertised. During their conversation the previous night Nowak had casually mentioned that two murdered girls had been found in the yard of some old biddy.

"How'd you get in here? When'd you come back? Where's Riley?" She giggles, a throaty little sound that makes me tent the front of the towel I've just used to cover my nakedness. "You didn't lock the door, which is totally not safe at all. I can't believe you don't lock your door. Riley's with my next door neighbor. I decided to come back because I couldn't go to sleep tonight without at least having a taste of you." Hadley's much more forward than I imagined she would be. It's the most arousing thing I think I've seen in my life. "Funny," I grin down at her. "I was thinking the same thing when I watched your car leave."

Rosalee's Point of View The twins are on the living room floor, a mess of blankets and wooden animal toys between them, their giggles echoing through the house. I sit on the couch, folding a tiny shirt fresh from the dryer, when my phone rings beside me. Jensen’s name lights up the screen. My heart skips a beat. I answer quickly, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hey, is everything okay?” His voice is quiet, tired. “It’s done, Rose. Thorne is dead.”

He shakes his head and takes down the long-handled umbrella from his car. As he steps further inside, he notices movement near the flowerbeds. Two gardeners kneel in the soil, tending to the roses with care. One trims the bushes while the other spreads fresh mulch. Riley approaches with doubt. But he breaths a sigh of relief after realizing what they are doing. “Excuse me,” he says. “How did you get in here? And why are you doing this?” The older of the two men stands, wiping dirt from his hands onto his trousers. He looks at Riley with mild surprise, then recognition. “Ah, you must be Mr. Griffin. This is your family’s place, right?”

Because it felt like all of a sudden, there isn’t any good person willing to help without having any plans for money extortion or taking the kid away when Zelia and her husband are used to him. I took a peek at my watch, seeing the time that I had given Riley had expired and I was serious about it when I had told her that she would find me at her place if she doesn’t come now. I don’t care about the traffic that I will meet while going there, or how I am trying to invade her privacy. Deep in thoughts, I didn’t even hear when the door had opened until I heard her voice. “Do you really have to keep going on to this extend?” Riley asked, her voice showing how irritated she sounded.

The over speeding van that was filled up with gun men escaping from the police ran straight into Riley, throwing her high up in the air and landing her so hard on the floor. Riley's blood sputtered around,all over the road. Eddie screamed again and just as the van zoomed off,he ran back into the road,his eyes on the plate number of the van. He turned back to look at Riley with tears in his eyes. "RILEY!!!" He cried out and ran towards her with other people who are gradually coming out from hiding. But it was too late. Riley was dead. * * 🥺🥺 Should Tanya really help her??

I whispered to him. Thorn nodded in agreement before leaving. If things go well as planned by tomorrow, we'll have both Emily and Zayne out of our lives, and then getting rid of Rowan is very easy. After a few hours of waiting, I heard an urgent knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, the sudden noise startled me. I opened it to see Thorn. “What happened, is it done?” I asked anxiously. The look Thorn wasn't encouraging. “No, sir. She was asleep when I entered and then she screamed out loud. If I stayed any longer, I might have gotten caught.”

Alecia and Evie exchanged a look I knew all too well: Fear. "The story is just developing but authorities say an experienced gunman may be responsible for this murder. It happened just a half-hour ago before hotel staff went to check on the loud noise", I whipped my head over to the TV and intently listened. "The hotel staff said it sounded like a small explosion went off right before shattering glass could be heard. When they entered the room after no response, they found Professor Rick Michael from the University in Arizona dead on the floor with a single bullet hole to his forehead. Authorities are also saying the gunman shot him from a distance, possibly with a sniper rifle....." The new

“The details are adult problems to worry about. What’s important is that Ainsley will be with her Grandma Jane and me until the problems get solved. We don’t know exactly how long it will be, but it will be awhile. She misses her brother and her mom a lot. She’s never been away from them for this long.” “Oh.” Riley sounds sad. Everyone stops talking. All I can hear is the ocean waves. I peek out from the towel to see what’s going on. Riley is sitting in the sand next to Grandpa, still wrapped in his towel. “My mom died last year. She got pulled into a riptide and drowned. That’s why Dad is teaching me how to surf. So I won’t panic if I get pulled under.” “I-I’m sorry.” I bite my lip. I don’t