The River: A Novel Novels & Stories

She just sat in the gray afternoon gloom, staring at the fireplace where she had burned Isabella’s photo. She felt a presence. She looked up. River was standing there. He was wearing his red cape. He was holding his lamb. He looked at her face. He looked at her wet lashes. He looked at her empty hands. He didn't ask what was wrong. He didn't ask about the baby. He walked over to the sofa. He climbed up. He didn't hug her. He didn't try to fix it. He crawled into her lap. He was heavy. Four years old. Solid. Real.

River muttered while tidying up his things on his desk, finally giving in to his perverted brain, which doesn't want to work and decides to go home. River had almost finished packing his things when something he saw among the piles of papers on his desk made him stop his movements. He put the things back in his hands. He took photos of Rion, who had been forgotten because of Daisy's unexpected appearance. River leaned back in his chair while looking at the photos in his hands. In the photos taken in the slum residential area, Rion can be seen in front of a small, old-looking house with a black cat sleeping on his lap.

My place. River didn’t even dress properly. Just threw on joggers and a hoodie, no underwear. His fingers were shaking as he ordered the ride. He didn’t know what he expected. Maybe Dean would take him apart again. Maybe he’d finally let River come. Maybe he’d say something that explained why it felt like his whole body was wired wrong without Dean’s control. But when the apartment door opened, none of those things happened. Instead, River stepped inside and stopped dead. Dean wasn’t alone.

“None of this is your fault, Jada. But I need you to leave. Right now. Before Winter or August or any other person shows up. Please, Jada. Please.” River closed his eyes. He didn’t have the strength left to argue. He only had the strength to stay alive—for her. For Scarlett. For whatever came next. His good hand—swollen, trembling—closed around hers. He pushed it gently away from his face, the gesture weak but insistent, as though the simple act of touching her was both salvation and torture.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

Both went out to do as asked while I went back to my bedroom to take a shower before heading for work. ******************* River POV; Last night was a complete disaster. I remained speechless about what happened yesterday. I saw the impossible becoming possible and yet I couldn't wrap my head around it still. I just want to get out of here and see my family and Lucas. I missed my life, freedom, the ability to run freely, and most of all sunshine. I am so done with men trying to dominate me and boss me around. Eve left me almost around the morning. It was pitch black outside when she left but I knew it was morning because of the absence of moonlight. I haven't had any sleep since yesterday an

“Feel free to clean it. Consider that your payment for the operation.” Emily scoffed. “I don’t know how.” “Of course you don’t,” he replied dryly, peering over his glasses. “Let me guess. You’re a young mistress from a River house?” (River is a civilized, properly developed, city. The neighbouring city Rivermirror being the exact opposite. A city starved, soaked in poverty, crime, and malice. There are, however, no borders separating the two.)

"The dead are gone, Your Highness. You must take care of yourself. Though the prince consort and the young lord have passed, this great residence still needs you to hold it together." Mother's eyes lost focus. She smiled bitterly. "What residence? Gideon and Eli are gone. What use do I have for such a large estate alone?" Her face turned ashen. She clutched her head, drowning in guilt and collapse. Only when the physician began packing his things did Mother's gaze land on the bloodstains on the floor. Her voice came out hoarse. "Doctor Harlow, your skill is known throughout the army. Why have you returned to the capital?"

River Black River held the candelabra in her hand, holding it aloft, looking around the huge room. It was so big, it dwarfed her living room back at her parents’ house. Everything was draped in white cloth and for a moment, she felt lost in that room too. It had no windwos and seemed to be below ground, in a basement level, though she wasn’t entirely sure. It had been a disorientating walk in the dark mansion. River hoped it was nicer during the day. Less confusing. In truth, she hoped that when she woke up, she’d be inside her tent, safe and sound and all this would be a strange dream.

, complete with chapter titles: River Witch A Supernatural Thriller in Six Chapters Chapter 1: The Drowning Season Every year in the small riverside village of Elowen, someone drowns when the mist rolls thick and the willows drip silver dew. It’s tradition not to speak of the dead. Evelyn Blake returns home after fifteen years away, inheriting her estranged grandmother’s broken-down cottage by the river. The locals greet her with silence and sidelong glances. At night, she hears whispers in the water.