Riley Thorn Book 5 Novels & Stories

It was still on the school premises, and buying new clothes just to watch the game seemed a bit meaningless to me. "No, we're not buying ordinary clothes," she said as if reading my thoughts. "We're getting one of those good-looking, sexy sweaters at the kiosk near the ice rink. Specifically with 'Thorne' written in bold letters. So, we're going for the big guy, Thorne!" "Thorne?" I frowned. "As in Vesper Thorne? The same person you asked me to stay away from?" "Exactly," Riley said. She pulled the sports bra she was wearing off her head, leaving her chest bare and facing me.

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her

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.

He was settling in. Riley looked at the lock on the door. It was a cheap, plastic twist-knob. One good shove and it would snap. She looked at the binder beneath her shirt. It was damp with sweat, itching against her skin. She needed to breathe. She needed to take it off, but the thought of being exposed in a room with a man who already looked at her like she was a bug under a microscope made her stomach turn. She reached over and turned the shower handle harder. The pipes rattled.

“Go back MacTire. Keep your eyes and ears open. The first stone has already been acquired. Now we hunt for the rest.” The End… TO BE CONTINUED… Because it’s never really the end. The Beta and Jewel Thief – Book 6 will be the next installment of The Delta’s Daughter Series. Follow Michael Pike Jr. as he navigates love, betrayal, a mate on the wrong side of the law and the most dangerous villain any of them have faced yet. ***Please remember to leave me a review, I hope you enjoyed this book.***

his throat went dry when he heard another shrieked cry of hers. Her cries make him tenser. his glossy eyes roamed around the hallway area. his parents were sitting on the waiting chair, his father was holding the hand of his mother it seemed as if he was consoling his wife. and her sister was standing outside of the door, peeking inside the operation theater. They were trying hard to keep a stable and strong face to provide him moral support but he knew they were tense too like him.

Ares grunts at Lily's curious, piqued question. Jordan leans and hands her phone to Lily. Upon glancing at the picture, she pulls the phone away and hides her face with a towel. "Lily, what is it?" Claire wonders. Lily gestured to glance at the picture as Claire took a look. She, too, covers her mouth. "Thea," Claire snorted. "You've got to see this." "Thea!" Ares cried out, almost had my heart jump out. "Don't look." I grab the phone. "Why are you being uptight? It's just a tattoo."

He swallowed and kept driving. --- The drive felt longer than the race itself. Either Knox was now too in love with the car to let it run freely again, or the tension in the backseat had stretched time painfully thin. Riley leaned against the window, eyes closed, breathing slow but steady. I kept my hand on her shoulder, as if removing it would make her disappear. Finally, the gates of home appeared—tall, cold, and familiar. As the doors chimed open and we stepped out, a violent eruption of horns shattered the peace.

"Hidden love is better than open hate." - Matshona Dhliwayo Arthur's POV After a quiet night infront of the television forced to watch Ryan Gosling desperately trying to love some rich girl who's parents doesn't approve of them, but unlike real life things seem to work out for them. I peek over Lilith to find her fast asleep. People who tend to live separate lives should probably continue doing so. If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work.

I knew Lamia would come, the question was would their warriors make it before we all perished? I felt a pressure in my head and allowed the mind link to come through. *Kolby,* It was Gillian. *We have a problem.* Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. *Speak Gillian.* I command in no mood to pussy foot around. *The ring has been discovered. Tawny dreamt of it and had Tristan check. It's gone. I’m so sorry.* I let out a roar that swept through the jungle's flats, shaking each leaf and bending the trunks of the rubber trees. Silence came over our camp and I felt hundreds of pairs of eyes on me.