Novel & Cerita The River: A Novel

he exclaimed. Riley laughed, hugging Lucas and Tiffany back, and then looked at River. “I think you’d better start reading that book,” she teased. “We’ve got some important decisions to make.” River nodded, still overwhelmed. He glanced down at the book in his hands, his heart full. “I think I’ll start right now,” he said, his voice laced with happiness. Author Note: This is end of Riley and River's plot. Stick around for Tiffany's story! Other characters will still appear, of course.

I shook violently as the medicine Mom made me drink scattered onto my body, pulling me under, deeper into darkness. But even as my consciousness faded, one truth remained. That mansion in my vision… It wasn’t my imagination. And neither was the life they were trying so desperately to make me forget. ***** After being thrown out of the Miller Mansion, River stayed in a luxurious villa at the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t because he was hiding, but because he didn’t want anyone ruining his plans. “Serenity… Shit,” River muttered as he clenched his fists, doing his best to control his emotions as he looked at the results from the drug he got from the mansion. “I need to take her away from th

Something told him Blade wasn't going to readily agree to their proposal, but he'd likely pretend to save face. River walked into the building he'd be staying in and had a quick look around. He hadn't seen it earlier because he'd been delivering the geranium, but it wasn't bad. He could literally hear Strand complaining as he walked into the building next door about how it wasn't very big, and the view out his bedroom window stunk. River wondered if he'd prefer a view of a live oak tree.

There’s a river, a clear river that goes on for miles. The skin of my neck is prodded gently, my body is moved gently, like I’m a glass doll that’ll break if not handled with care. The river is refreshing, and colourful fish swim in it. They swim to the middle of a river. Something covers me, it’s warm and cozy. In the middle of the river lies a man, a beautiful man with a beautiful smile. I’m comfortable, warm, floaty. His eyes open, a crazy look in his eyes, and he smiles, a nefarious fanged smile with a body torn in two. The river runs red with blood.

, Annalise," he said. He sounded like he had been dying to say it. It kept skipping his lips whenever he wanted to, and he had finally gotten the opportunity to say it. "I can't believe you are finally awake, Annalise, after so long," he continued. I shifted from the mirror, and River moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me, and while looking me in the eyes, he held both my arms tightly, but loose enough not to hurt me. "Annalise," he called slowly, peering into my eyes. "You, you..." He trailed off and continued staring into my eyes. I blinked twice and swallowed hard. Then, I moved my gaze to the floor, too shy to continue looking him in the eyes. "How am I here?" I asked him. My

her father conceded. "Yeah, I'm feeling tired too, Dad. I'll head off to my room. Goodnight," River said, stifling a yawn as she hurried to her room, eager to avoid any further interrogation. River sat on the edge of her bed, loosening her shoelaces until they were undone. With a sigh, she kicked off her shoes and tossed them aside. Shrugging out of her brown trench coat, she flung it onto a nearby chair before turning her attention to her jewelry, carefully placing each piece on her bedside table. Finally, she settled onto the bed, reaching for her phone in her purse and dialing August's number.

I touched River’s beautiful face and told her that no matter what she had to tell me, I would never leave her. River explained that she wasn’t what I thought she was, and that confused me. River then told me that she’d been born male. I didn’t believe her at first; River looked and sounded more feminine than most women I’d ever met. Sure, she didn’t seem to have breasts, but she was fifteen, and I didn’t think she’d grown into her body yet.

With love, Calla Loren River – POV When I held her book in my hands for the first time, something strange happened. I didn’t feel old. I didn’t feel replaced. I felt home. Because her voice didn’t cancel mine—it continued it. And that’s what stories do when they’re loved well. They echo. James – POV “Do you think Rachel would be proud?” I asked River as we walked home that night. River looked up at the stars. “I don’t know,” they said softly. “But I think she’d be quiet.” “Why?” “Because sometimes pride is too big for words.”

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So, anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.” — Haruki Murakami *** Saxon and Nicholas were happy for me. Now, our next mission is to get Anna to speak with me. Anna is stubborn and hot-headed than we thought earlier. Though she is civil with me, I was still in her bad books.

She tells me. Later on that day we are sitting in River and Sydney’s dorm room. They got lucky and were able to get the same room. Sydney is in the band and River is still one of the water people for the football team. “Riv, you did a great job on your room.” I told her. “Thank you, Sydney, and I worked hard to make it our own. So, are you happy for school to start on Monday?” River asks me. “Nope, not really, but I am excited that we have your room to ourselves.” I tell her, walking her back towards the bed. I lay her down, then kiss her from neck to her mouth, then back to her neck. I go to slide my hand under her shirt, but then her roommate Sydney walks in.