Smiley Riley Novels & Stories

My breath sharpened. And then it happened. A flash. Not a memory. A rewrite. Riley’s face—not fragmented this time, but whole—appeared in my mind, bright and vivid, eyes burning with that defiant light. And she smiled. Not kind. Not apologetic. A smile like a blade. Then she turned away. Again. The same damn motion. The same steady footsteps. The same refusal to look back. The lycan surged so hard my vision went white. I staggered.

I hear a satisfactory hmmm close to my ear, which made me look up at him in the mirror. "Wh- wha-t are-e you-ou doin Ryan-n?" I notice I am stammering miserably, I shut my lips instantly as his eyes meet mine once again. He smiles wide like a demon showing his beautiful white teeth, which made my confidence level go in minus.

"Hmph! People always say they're not afraid of god-like opponents, but pig-like teammates. He's dragging you down, and you're still so understanding? If it were me, I wouldn't be so easygoing." Work was work, and life was life; they always kept the two separate. Robin looked at her concern for him, the corners of his mouth curving up in a gentle smile. "Jennifer, no matter how tiring the work is, I don't mind, as long as I can see you." Robin looked at her with tender eyes, smiling. That heartfelt smile illuminated Riley's solitary and aloof heart. A faint blush crept onto Riley's small face. She smiled and said, "You're just saying sweet words to make me happy. Eat up, I have to work very l

I replied with a smile, My smile faded as Gideon slipped in my mind. His words. I could still hear clearly. And they hurt so much. So much. Maybe because I love him. My phone beeps again. RYLEE That's good, I am so happy. I smiled as I read the texts and clicked on my social media. The contract's pictures are still viral, it's everywhere. I hope the person who did this got caught, even though Rylee is doing her best. It's like people who did this came prepared. When the contract is over, I will move from Seattle. Maybe I should buy a small house. I forced myself to smile even though all I feel is pain.

In my previous life, my boyfriend's female best friend, Yvette Larson, decided to play a cruel prank on the firefighters with a few of her friends. They deliberately set off the fire alarm in our apartment complex and filled one of the rooms with smoke. "When the fire trucks get here, we'll hide and film them scrambling around trying to rescue everyone. This is going to go viral!" I did everything I could to stop them. I warned Yvette that they were wasting emergency resources and could even cause a stampede. However, she called me a buzzkill, and my boyfriend accused me of sticking my nose where it did not belong. Hence, I secretly called the property management office and tipped them of

Riley’s POV He was a guy I’d never seen before—tall, handsome, and clearly a warrior just by looking at his build. He wasn’t as bulky as Ezra, but he had that solid, alpha male energy all the same. I didn’t know him. Why would he help me out? When he caught me frowning at him, he flashed a grin, showing off perfect white teeth. “Nice to meet you, Riley Monroe. If you’re down, we’re teammates now.”

She slides into the booth across from me and sets down three sodas with the practiced ease of someone who has spent time in food service. "Silver, this is Riley Giles," Americus announces, gesturing between us like she is introducing diplomats. "The yin to my glittery yang. The voice of reason that keeps me out of actual legal trouble on a weekly basis." Riley rolls her eyes, but the affection underneath it is obvious. "Hi. Americus told me you were mysterious and possibly dangerous to know." I blink. "Dangerous?" "She has a tendency toward hyperbole," Riley says, shooting Americus a look that manages to be both fond and tired simultaneously. "I divide everything she says by three to get the