Novel & Cerita Sheriff Riverdale

she trailed off, a little scared of finishing the question. “Considering you already know the existence of werewolves, it’s pointless to hide it from you any longer. As far as I know, all the members of my mafia and the servants in the Riverdale household are werewolves. So are those caretakers and my apparent dad. I wouldn’t be half werewolf otherwise,” Christian answered, knowing well what she wanted to ask.

CHAPTER SEVEN- THE KISS A growl escaped Killian’s lips as he closed in on the couple obliviously dancing to the sound of the lively music. “Kendra!” Well, he’ll be damned. Of all the wolves present at the gathering that his Beta could have danced with, she had to go and pick the one that he hated most, Tyrone Riverdale. Alpha of the Riverdale Pack, who took great delight in causing mischief and encouraging excessive violence among his wolves.

As the police cars blared in, the Devils scattered. "This isn't over!" Dexter whispered as he backed off. Sheriff Wayne got out of the car, accompanied by his deputies. He marched up to Dexter who was heading to his bike. "Dexter Stone, you're under arrest for the murder of Mandy Frank! Please put your hands behind your back!" Sheriff Wayne said. Dexter chuckled. "I know this is your doing, Chadwick! These charges will never stick. Trust me. And when I get out, I'm coming for you! I'm coming for all of you!" Dexter said as he was shackled and carted off into the police van.

He looked up the moment we entered. His golden gaze landed on me. There was relief—like a wound closing. “Close the door,” he said, voice firm but gentle. Lydia slipped it shut behind us. Xander turned to me. “Reya. Thank you for coming.” I said nothing. My eyes flicked to the maps—detailing Riverdale’s borders and Mooncrest’s lines. Intersecting. Tensions. “Chloe,” Xander began, voice low, “announced she’ll lead the Riverdale ward tonight.

“Alright, fine. I admit I was wrong, and I’ll be nice to him. Happy?” “Ecstatic,” Tiffany replied with a smirk. When they arrived at Jacob’s house, River stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of the moment press down on him. He was River Foster, a man who commanded respect and loyalty, but right now, he felt like a stubborn schoolboy forced to say sorry. He stopped in front of the shabby house and rang the doorbell. “Who is it?” A woman’s voice spoke from the other side. “Open the door, Shelly. It’s me, River Foster,” he said grimly to the woman he hadn’t seen in ten years.

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."

When officer Kipnicki steps out beside him. “Actually I imagine that they all do.” Andy says with a grin as ten other uniformed officers step out from the trees with their guns pulled and aimed right at him. “Brandon Michaels, you are under arrest for the abduction and murder of Leslie Grere and Shanna Mann. For the abduction and attempted murder of Owen Matthews and the suspected abduction of other women. Put your hands up and don't make any sudden movements. This does not have to turn ugly.” The sheriff tells him. He moves his arm quickly, making a move to reach for his gun. The sheriff fires quickly, hitting him in the shoulder and stopping his movements. He brings his other hand up to hi

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

Detective Trevor digs into his pocket and dangles silver-grey shackles in my face, grinning victoriously. "Becca Sterling, you are under arrest for the murder of Dax Clyde. Anything you say or do, shall be used against you in a court of law." ^^^^

Because the alternative—that a girl had frozen a lake with her mind—was too much for his world to handle. "Damn old cannery," Miller muttered, rubbing his face. "I'll have to file a report. You two okay?" "We're fine, Sheriff," I said. "Just a bit cold." Miller nodded, his flashlight beam wandering aimlessly over the ice before he climbed back into his car. He drove away, the sirens fading into the night. Raven let out a long breath, her knees buckling. I caught her, pulling her against my chest. "You did well," I whispered.