The River: A Novel Novels & Stories

She reappeared asking for a job in my very company; out of excitement, of course, I approved her employment. I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of what tangled web with a woman called River was trying to weave around my mind. When I called her up to my office, I just wanted to talk, but seeing her, my body went hot all over, and if my mother hadn’t intruded, I would have cleared my table and bent her over. “Shit.” Maybe that’s exactly what I needed to sleep with her one last time and get her out of my system. If she infected me with her seductive virus, the antidote would have her one more time to my satisfaction.

As River stays in the mansion, she gradually gets used to the people here even though he rarely talks to them. As she continues to pretend to be Spawn's mother, she gradually becomes loved and closer to the child even though she shouldn't have to feel it. River was busy cooking food for Spawn when she suddenly heard a scream from the living room so she hurried out of the kitchen and headed to the source of the noise. She caught up with Spencer who was about to slap Spawn without any hesitation but she suddenly intervened. And for that reason she was the one who was hit by Spencer's palm.

"Look, you know that the fragment is the only thing that can save my cousin. You know how bad her curse is. You said you’d help me. So now I’m here, asking for it. Give me another task in exchange for that. If you want, I will track down those vampires who stole the Mollagona filed. I’d do it.” River looked at me for a moment, his gaze unreadable. For a second, he didn’t speak, and I could feel the weight of his silence pressing down. The way he kept everything locked inside. He didn’t like giving things away. He didn’t care about people like that. He knew damn well how to drive people crazy in times like this! “Let’s get something straight, Allison,” River began in a low voice, his tone alm

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

I wish I pepper-sprayed him more until he lost his sight, he deserves it. *** After cursing him nonstop, I ended up feeling bored and grabbed a novel from the bookshelves. I found myself sitting on my bed and reading it. All of a sudden, I felt kind of bored and closed the book. A thought of my family rushed to my mind and my chest tightened, my eyes burned. I know they wouldn’t worry about me or even give a damn about me being alive or dead but I miss them. I don’t know whether I will be able to see them ever again, I hope they are alright.

The Rancher's Heart Copyright © InamorataFeels 2022 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental Blurb: Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already.

River Wilson Age: 28 Nationality: American Job: Waitress / University student (social worker) Physical description: 5’5 ft, curvy, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, tanned, full lips, straight nose. Personality description: tough, trustworthy, responsible, resourceful, observant, intelligent, suspicious, responsible, caring. Family: River doesn’t know who her family is. She was in the foster system and never got adopted. Friends: Alicia Steel, Jonah Green, Pedro Rodriguez

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

Kazumawent to the Poman church, Zastvil to the Rosmavs, and Zalmar to Dopula's at the Bell-ringers' Corner. It was dark when they met again at the shore by the landing. Kazuma's men were sitting already in the boats. The ferrymen were still carrying in packages. The cold wind blew from the neighboring point where the river entered the Danstar, and the night gave no promise of being very pleasant. By the light of the fire burning on the bank, the water of the river looked bloody, and seemed to be running with immeasurable speed somewhere into the unknown gloom. “Well, happy journey to you!” said the old man, pressing the lieutenant's hand heartily; “but be careful of yourself!”

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night with the stranger) EPISODE SEVENTEEN Theme: Meeting the stranger (FLASHBACK TO TEN YEARS AGO) WINSLOW, ARIZONA. (NIGHT TIME: BY BEACH ) Ivy Rivera settled by the beach, the water was calmer, warmer and it doesn't make her think about everything - Anything. Ivy decided that she wasn't going to let everything her mother said bother her though she was badly hurt. The thought foremost in her mind as she walked to where the water met the sand. Though the dark blue water was cold-nearly frigid, but she enjoyed the feel of it tickling her toes, licking at her ankles. The sand squished beneath her heels, then between her toes as the water receded, before her prints w