Sloan Riley Novels & Stories

Riley vigorously shook her head, glaring at Haley with a mix of anger and resentment. "Principal, she's trying to frame us without any evidence. She's deliberately setting us up!" "Oh, really?" Haley shot them a meaningful look, then gestured towards Shane standing behind her. "Mr. Ford, the phone." Shane casually retrieved his phone from his suit pocket and handed it to Haley. Xena and Riley watched in disbelief, their eyes wide with astonishment. During their journey here, Riley had learned of Shane's identity from Xena so she knew just how out of reach Shane was. In fact, since his arrival, Riley had been too intimidated to even steal a glance at him.

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

Lily said stunned by the news and turned to look at Derry, her eyes tearer. "The people I grew up with as my family are all gone. I am the only one left," Lily said sadly and Derry got up and hugged her patting her back gently. Meanwhile, in Hillwood Estate, in Washington, Mr Mingle was in his parlour getting some foot massage while sipping on some red wine with cool music playing in the background. His phone rang and checking the caller ID he quickly answered. "Speak," he said. "Sir, the work is done. Jennifer is gone," said the caller.

Before he could get the soldiers flustered in response to his words, Riley hurriedly said, "Wait a minute! You guys haven't answered my question yet. Is Reiner-" "Riley. Riley." Riley suddenly turned his head toward the person who was calling his name in a slightly louder tone. Mary Kesley walked rather quickly and then approached him. Riley smiled at the person who used to help him so often. He came closer and looked at Mary with a warm gaze. Mary Kesley had contributed a lot to her life. She was Riley's only friend who was female. Moreover, the woman who was married to Reiner Anderson was also the only woman that his wife, Rowena Wellington, had never been jealous of.

Ariana steps out, followed by Sloane, her sunglasses perched in her hair and a knowing grin tugging at her lips. Sloane is a beauty. With blonde hair and a body to die for. She looks like she works out a lot. She flashes me her beautiful smile, and I just know she's about to spew nonsense, “Well damn,” Sloane says, leaning on the doorway with crossed arms. “The way those tears are falling, one would think this is some dramatic mother-and-son reunion.” I glance up slowly, my eyes meeting hers. I wipe the tears and give them an apologetic smile.

Sloan had been crazy about his boss since the first day he worked for Hendry, the hottest eligible bachelor in the city according to the country's top financial magazine. The handsome PA had been infatuated with Hendry Arnaud Camden for two years and counting. Sure Sloan dated, but with every person that he went out with, he always put Hendry on a pedestal and reminded himself that he was doomed. Sloan even dated women in the second year just to try and shake the funk off his systems since he considers himself a sexually fluid kind of guy. But he still didn't manage to lower his expectation of his lovers. Sloan always knew that he was out of his league in regard to his boss and Sloan was hum

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure. Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.

her eyes wandered over to Ripley, "I saw Bobby when I picked Rip up. He's a real piece of work." "Did he try anything with you?" Sloan scoffed, "No. Come on, I'm an O'Clery dating an Esposito. If he tried anything he wouldn't live to tell the tale, now would he?" I chuckled at her words, she wasn't entirely wrong there. "She had a couple of drinks, it eases her anxiety being around her parents." "Thanks for letting me know, Sloan. I appreciate it. I appreciate you looking out for her too."

Despite the inviting atmosphere, I could feel the tension radiating from both boys as we settled into our seats. "Thank you all for coming today," Dr. Sloane said, her voice gentle and professional as she looked at each of us in turn. She was a middle-aged woman with warm blue eyes and her hair pulled back in a neat bun to display a professional at work. "I thought we'd start with a general conversation so I can understand your family relationships better." Riley immediately positioned himself in the chair closest to the large windows that overlooked the hospital's courtyard, his attention was not fixated on a particular thing, his eyes kept moving, from the glass panes to the ceiling and th

Riley materialized. “Tell me you knew.” “I didn’t know.” “Tell me there was a warning. A text. A psychic disturbance.” “Nothing.” “Then why is the number-one overall NHL draft pick visiting our school the same day you showed up looking like a weapon of mass destruction?” “Coincidence.” “Nothing in your life is coincidence anymore, Sloane. Your life is a screenplay written by someone who hates you and has excellent taste in dramatic irony.”