The River: A Novel Novels & Stories

Alicia answered. Elise goes to the river and washes her face. She went back after and saw Rio cooking their breakfast. Elise is seated near the fire. The whole night is cold and the blankets they have aren't enough for Elise. She stayed there until Rio finished cooking. Nero is eating quietly while Carson eats quickly then goes to his post to guard the surroundings. Rj also guarded the opposite side. They finish eating and clean up. The sun is setting and the temperature changes. The warm feeling of fresh air and sunlight touches Elise. She breathed the air and stayed in her spot for a while.

Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love (This book's timeline runs between Noah's book, and ends between A Broken Alpha, and Reid's book. But should not be read before A Broken Alpha) 4) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 5) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 6) River Pack and the Vampires

Why were women so damn complicated? As Josh neared one of the smaller lakes that fed off the Saint Johns River, he started to detect another animal—a shifter he hadn't come across before—a bear, but definitely not Wes. Slowing, Josh followed the scent through some cypress trees toward an area dense with foliage, almost as if a ring had formed protecting—a camp? His panther blinked slowly as he stared at the makeshift camp in front of him. There was a small two-man, maybe four-man tent, toward the back of the camp, a firepit in front of that, and a small camp table with a chair in front of the tent. A pair of shorts draped over the back of the chair, and other clothes hung from a rope strung

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

** The River House, The Day After the Funeral A frog creaked it’s call from somewhere nearby, joining in the chorus of crickets that buzzed into the night. Aislen could hear the whispered rush of the river, smell the wet earth of its banks. Her head ached and her mouth was parched, the sound of the water tormenting her. Not at her father’s house, she thought groggily. The river was too far from there to be heard like this. She had a bad feeling that she knew precisely where she was. She pried her eyes open, wincing at the glare of the red-toned bedside lights. Her hands were handcuffed together, and the cuffs threaded through the bars of the bedhead.

She says, feeling surprised. "You mean; you've never felt that way before?" Hayden asks carefully. River is silent for a while, "No. After my mom's demise, I've only felt anger, pain and resentment; nothing else." She finishes, staring at her palms now, as She traces imaginary lines on them nervously. Anger swelled in Hayden now, he wanted to make whoever had done this pay. Oh no, he was becoming more possessive of her by the day. "And who was the reason?" He dares ask in his enraged state, furry restrained in each word. To which River fails to pick up as she is preoccupied with her past memories. But not the driver, who feels it and begins to mutter prayers for his safety.

But instead of warm skin, my fingers met the cool, damp grass. My breath hitched. The world around me felt wrong, hazy, as if I was still tangled in the threads of a dream I couldn’t wake from. The gentle lull of the stream, the rustling leaves overhead it all sounded distant, muffled, as though the world had pulled away from me. My vision was blurry, shadows bleeding into one another, twisting, shifting. Then I remembered that he left in the morning. he had promised to return but it had become dark and still no Alex, I had fallen asleep by the bank, my lower body still in the water, my arms acting as a pillow. the pearls clutched in my hand.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

Something in the quality of his stillness had the warmth of a person receiving exactly what they needed to hear. "The river," he said. "Long cooking. Reading. Ending well." "Yes," I said. "That is the best plan I have heard in recent memory," he said. We went to the river in the midmorning, wrapped against the cold, and the river was the winter version, slower and quieter than summer, the edges icing over in the specific way they had been icing when he first showed it to me on the night he took me there after everything began. The same river, a full year of seasons later, and I stood on the bank and felt the year in it, everything that had happened between the first visit and this one compre

*River* The inn is quiet, the soft crackle of the fireplace filling the silence as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Aloria as she stares out the window. The moonlight bathes her in a silvery glow, illuminating the delicate features of her face, but I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands fidget with the hem of her shirt. She’s battling her inner demons, and I wish I could take them away from her, shield her from the darkness that threatens to consume her.