Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

Padding towards the window seat, she hopped on it and adjusted the pillows at her back for the most comfortable position. Kayla suggested getting her a book but Riley straight on denied it and came here instead, first because Riley has a different taste in books. She always checks certain things before diving into a book. Second, she wanted to leave the confines of her room. She was tired of being caged there for three days. Riley held the book going through the first page when her eyes darted to the field through the window. There were an array of warriors going through training. Fred faced them. Guiding them, she was about to look away when her eyes fell on none other than Damon.

Riley’s POV His fingers were like iron bands around my throat, cutting off my air, squeezing until stars began to dance at the edges of my vision. He was so close I could feel the ragged, violent rise and fall of his chest. “Tell me, Riley,” he said, voice low and rough, “why I shouldn’t kill you for treason right here.” My hands flew up instinctively, wrapping around his thick wrists. My nails dug into his skin, desperately seeking purchase, but he didn't flinch.

He asked. " Sharron?" I was baffled. " I have warned you to stay away from her, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked. " What are you doing here? You're not a student." Martha said, still crossing her arms. " I'm here for Riley. You should stick to your shit or watch me come after you." Miles said as I kept quiet, staring at both of them. " You're not threatening me are you?" Martha asked as her Irises changed.

Sirens blared, and flashing red lights cut through the white, throwing jagged shadows against the walls. “Shit,” Riley hissed, grabbing my arm. “This way.” We sprinted down a side corridor, boots slamming against the concrete, ducking into a doorway just as more guards flooded in from the main entrance. Riley moved fast—faster than I expected—his claws slicing through the throat of a man blocking our path. The guard choked on his own blood, stumbling back, and I didn’t hesitate before slamming into the next one, sending his body crashing into a control panel. Sparks burst from the impact, the room flickering with erratic light.

But she had to. She turned her back to him. She lifted the heavy damp jersey and the undershirt just high enough. She heard the sound of the tape tearing. Then she felt his hands. They were cold, but his touch was surprisingly steady. He pulled the tape tight, his knuckles brushing against her skin. Riley closed her eyes, her forehead resting against the cold tile of the wall. The intimacy of it was terrifying. He was the man who hated her brother, the man who was blackmailing her, and here he was, putting her back together so they could keep the lie alive.

"Let's go play with the trucks." There was something in Riley's tone that made me look at him more closely. Was it my imagination, or did he seem less... emotional than usual? Almost like he was going through the motions of being a caring friend without actually feeling it. The boys soon disappeared down the hallway, as Ollie allowed Riley to take him away and I turned to find Thorne staring at Zade and me with hostility present on his face as he clenched his fists, which was shaking from anger. "What the hell is going on here?" Thorne demanded, his voice filled with anger as he gritted his teeth.

“No, no need for that; I will take a ride home; I already booked it; the driver will be here in a jiffy, I said with a faint smile. The driver came and I let Rose’s place; she was so sad to see me go; she would be lonely; there was no one for her to talk to. While I was with her, I saw that Andy was calling her and she was ignoring the call. I will soon find out what is up with those two. Rose is refusing to say anything to me. I got to Tyler’s house and saw him pacing around; he was gulping Whisky. I wonder why he was taking so much alcohol; does it have anything to do with me?

“Mr. Thorn, we need to understand why you believe it is Dan. If you are correct and we can track him down, then we might just find Leila.” “So, you have no leads basically.” I stood up and paced in frustration. “Mr. Thorn, I understand your frustration, but I need you to believe me, this is going to help us find Leila. But I cannot do this without your help.” I sat for another hour giving him all the details from our past and everything I knew about Dan and the Smithe family. When I arrived home, I was exhausted physically and emotionally. My parents had gone home but Elio had taken up camp in my living room. I walked into the bedroom and felt a hole inside me knowing Leila was not there and

I'm standing in the woods near the house, I'm trying to scent him. There is two different trails. He's been close, watching us. I decide to follow the scent on the left. It's weaving all around. It's led me in circles. Thorne is extremely intelligent. This is a game for him. I go back to where I started. Close my eyes and search. Another scent trail appears before me as well as the previous one to my right. He's here. I follow the new trail. I'm running. Determined to find him. To kill him. I feel it in every part of me. This drive to see him fall.

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.