Smiley Riley Novels & Stories

It wasn't a smug or arrogant smirk; it was a warm, beautiful smile that reached his eyes, softening his entire features. Seeing that smile made Riley's stomach do a strange, nervous flip. Panicking, she immediately creased her forehead into a deep frown, her tone hardening. "Don't think about it too much. It doesn't mean anything. It was just a casual thing." Ashton kept his eyes on her, his smile never fading. "Thank you, Riley." Riley was completely taken off guard by his soft, gentle tone. She didn't expect him to be so genuinely grateful, and it made her incredibly uneasy.

Riley Jordan is back. My lips curled into a slow smile. I set the phone down carefully, almost like it was fragile, then leaned back in my chair and swiveled to face the tall glass window. The city lights shimmered below, but I wasn’t looking at them. I was imagining Riley’s face, smug with her little vacation glow, thinking life had given her some peace.

Riley smiled awkwardly at the tall man who was still an inch or two shorter than Damon. "H..hi... I'm Riley." Riley said softly as Fred stood in front of her with a wide grin on his face. "I'm Fred as Kayla has already introduced. It's nice to finally meet you Riley." Fred smiled at her genuinely.

She asked with a pretentious smile on her face. "It's allowed," Grey said with a shrug. The music came on again, and some of the guests were on the dancefloor. Vivian would not let go of Grey, and Maya walked over to the serving area. "I see you've hooked him quite deep," She heard the cold harsh voice of Riley behind her, and the hair at the nape of her neck stood up. She turned around to see a crossed looking Riley behind her with a fake platonic smile on her lips.

Her scent—something light and floral, with a hint of soap—enveloped me. “I’ve heard so much about you!” she added with a cheerful laugh, pulling back before I could even think to return the embrace. I blinked at her, stunned. Her enthusiasm was disarming, and the radiant smile she wore made it impossible to believe this was the first time we had met. I cast a glance at Ryker, hoping for some clarification, and found him leaning against the desk, struggling to suppress a smirk. He pushed off the desk and sauntered over, his presence grounding me immediately. He stopped at my side, his tone soft but amused. “Camilla, this is my little sister, Riley.”

Griffin to stay on track. Then, Heath notices a string of new messages on Riley’s screen—and it seems like one was deleted right after it was sent. Riley, still focused on his phone, notices them too and glances down. Heath is positive that, for just a split second, Riley smiles. Riley might not even realize it, but Heath sees it—the slight curve of Riley’s mouth. Even though Heath hasn’t been around Riley for long, he knows the man is usually unreadable. He’s a poker face. So even this tiny hint of a smile stands out.

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

A smile glints on my lips. *Hailey Randle, Keep Jay to yourself because Rizz is mine. If you ever come for my Rizz, I'll make you disappear.*

The senior soldiers immediately grabbed their weapons and pointed them at Riley. Riley raised his hand quickly and said with a smile, “It's me. Riley Wood." Instead of being greeted by them with a smile, one of them threw away his weapon and walked over to Riley and punched him in the right jaw. Riley couldn't dodge because he didn't expect to get hit by the senior. The senior also shouted with an extremely angry expression, “Damn it. Where have you been, huh? Satisfied after made us almost get demoted to level three?"

“People smile when they are happy. Cassy smiles when her Ma makes her a new dress, or makes her a new braid, or when her father pats her head. Riley gets none of that. I don’t even have a Ma, so why should I smile?” “Cassy? Who’s that?” His frown deepened. He had never had a good memory. “Pa, that’s the daughter of the family next door. She’s my friend and her ma brings us food sometimes.” He nodded. “Oh. So...” his frown returned. “Who’s Riley?” Ouch. “Me. I’m Riley.” I tapped my chest.