Riverdale Sheriff Novels & Stories

He or she will be loved, cared for, and pampered by everyone. I chuckled as I sat at the edge of a comfy chair, holding a hot cocoa with a warm blanket over my feet across the finish line of the training session. Ricky was running with a big smile as he emerged from the forest where we trained, first in line as always. I chuckled uncontrollably as I saw what he was walking into. It has been difficult for the boys to make him fall for any of their traps. He runs, sprinting comfortably toward me as I cover my mouth as I am unable to control my laughter. My brother, Kaiden, Hunter, and Zane rush out of nowhere toward him, holding paintball guns and hitting him with shots all over his body.

"Burns, old breaks, bruises, or the like not related to the current crime?" "No, we didn't." "Nor would I expect you would, doctor. I'm very familiar with Mr. and Mrs. Rivers and their relationship. It's one of the most loving and closest relationships I've ever witnessed." "Who are you?" "I'm a Los Angeles County deputy sheriff, doctor. Are you familiar with people who practice dominance and submission?" "I'm familiar."

“Amerie, I’d like you to meet my son. This is Everett. He’s the town sheriff.” Everett smiled and nodded at Amerie. “Nice to meet you. I hear you’re new in town. Welcome.” Amerie smiled. “Thank you. It’s a very lovely town. I’m happy to be here.” “Say, you’re our new Forest Ranger, right?” Everett asked. Amerie nodded. He smiled, “Guess I’ll be seeing you around quite often then. Knowing my mom, she probably already beat me to this, but let me know if you need anything at all. Happy to help. I’d love to stay and chat more but I’m afraid I have to get back to the station. Stays busy during hunting season. You get it,” he inclined his head at Amerie.

His face was filled with anger. He was the director of Riverdale’s Department of Law Enforcement. He was the person in charge! They alerted so many people from arresting Philip last time! Even Reed Williams was alerted! The people in the other district were just doing things without thinking! How dare they arrest such an important person? Were they not digging their own graves by doing this? “Mr. Wade, what happened? Why are you so mad?” The staff on the passenger seat turned around and looked at him in confusion. This was his first time seeing Deaton so mad.

With his werewolf hearing, though, he overheard the chief and his trooper speaking. “Are you sure, chief? Weren’t we told by a family to call and hastily return their missing daughter to-?” “If you’re going to do nothing but listen to what others tell you to do, then you’re not fit to be a cop,” the chief interrupted. “You have eyes. You saw that girl’s condition. How dare you suggest we return her to them in that condition? Besides, we may be figures of authority, but I rather not make an enemy out of Mr. Riverdale.”

It was odd to think after five years, one more trip south of the border to sign the last contract and hand her keys over and that was it, her life in England, her life as a member of Lunar Meadows would be over as soon, she would be a fully fledged Reiver. Harris was livid, he still hadn’t had any information on Paulie’s killers, he kicked and punched the door of his small apartment until it fell off its hinges. Fuck’s sake, what more did he have to do? He needed to get a move on, the police were already started to sniff around his business dealings, the sooner he found the murderers, dissolved his business and disappeared the better. He had no choice, he upped the reward to £300,000 and sen

I don't give my father attitude very often, and I've done it already twice in this one conversation. “Well, with their location, I’m sure they’re used to it. Governor Richard Stratton has been concerned about the growing crime on that side of the city for a while.” Governor Richard Stratton. The governor, Camille’s father, and my father’s best friend. “When you’re done playing vigilante do-gooder, get your ass back to the office.” As soon as he hangs up, River lets out a low whistle, one I can only imagine he got from his father. "Wow. Your dad is—"

I headed back with him still tailing me until he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. "Hey!" "Someone is here," he said calmly, holding me behind him. He sniffed and then relaxed. "It's that dumb sheriff." The sheriff was here. Wolfe didn't hide how he disliked the sheriff because he was Lannard's dad, but he agreed to work with him because the sheriff had connections and was the only person in the town willing to go far enough to find this mysterious serial killer. "Let's go hear what he was to say," I said and jerked my arm away, hissing at him. "And control yourself god dammit! Not even the killer has the guts to enter your territory, try not to be so paranoid."

Dahlia Animal control shows up thirty-five minutes later. Two officers climb out of their truck, both wearing protective gear and carrying tranquilizer guns that look more suited to taking down bears than dogs. The older one approaches first with a clipboard. His partner hangs back near the truck, scanning the tree line. “You’re the one who called in the rabid dog?” “That was me,” River says, stepping forward. “I’m River. This is my boss Dahlia—she’s the property owner. She’s the one who had the encounter.”

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.