The River Why Novel Novels & Stories

“If you don't let me go, those wolves will get to us and tear us both into shreds.” “Well, I can take care of myself even though I can not say the same for you.” He smirked back in the same knowing way. He knew he was winning. River was left at a crossroads, unsure of what decision to take. Cold sweats had begun to break out of her skin. Just why was she always so unlucky in life? Her troubles had begun from the day she was born. She was tired. Really tired. She was about to think when the twigs of branches signified that the enemy was getting closer. Yet, River had no idea what enemy to be afraid of – the one coming behind her or the one in front of her?

His promises to me were as fragile as bubbles, vanishing into thin air. When I was ten, the River family adopted me. My father and Rowan's dad, Patrick River, had been good friends. When my father was diagnosed with cancer, he entrusted me to Patrick before he passed. When I first arrived at the Rivers household, everyone except Patrick was cold to me. Since I was adopted, the maids and even Rowan's mother thought it was unnecessary to show me any respect. I had to tiptoe around, just trying to survive in that house.

Chaos added. River felt happiness in his heart hearing Chaos say that but also sadness because he can’t still do it, he doesn’t want to put him in a much more dangerous life. “You want to hear why I shot you that night?” River said “Because, I thought that if I do what he said I will be able to see and be with my mom again…but I didn’t. Because he still killed her, he killed her with the lamest reason that he can give me.” River added.

That was before everything changed though. River sits in a bar trying to pass sometime, as she really doesn’t want to go home. Everything has changed now. Her mother died suddenly in a hiking accident, when she was in the last year of high school. Her mother had loved the outdoors and it came as a great shock to River, that her mother died in this way. As she knew how to watch out for the dangers, one can come across while in mountains.

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

“Winter did this to you because you got too close to Scarlett. Because you kissed her. Because you dared to touch what he considers his. And now you want to go against him directly? He’ll kill you. He’ll do worse than this. He’ll—” River’s smirk didn’t fade. It only grew, small, bitter, defiant. “That’s the point,” he croaked. “Let him try.” Jada’s eyes filled again. She shook her head frantically. “You can’t even stand,” she said. “You can barely breathe. You’re not thinking clearly—” “I’m thinking clearer than I have in weeks,” River cut in, voice rough but steady. “I’ve been lying here… rotting… thinking about nothing but what he’s done to me. If there’s a chance, a real chance to hurt hi

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.

“Ralph, someone is there. Come!” I ran as I spoke. He followed after me. I halted when I got to the river, a weird looking body of water. Boots swam inside of it and it was dirty. My hands itched when I ran my hands through the surface. “Is this why the river is said to be cursed?” I asked Ralph. “It’s said to have the blood and boots of many slaves that tried revolting Red Moon. A market was built for it and called Boots and River.” I turned to Ralph with a done look. Why tell me the pathetic history of the river? Only wondered why it itched.

“When I heard that you shot Diego in the legs during the interrogation. I guess you were just another desperate fool trying to make a name for herself.” I paused. My gaze lingered on her face, trying to piece together the puzzle that was River. “But why?” I muttered to myself. Why would someone like her willingly step into this world? What was she running from—or toward? She didn’t answer, of course. The unconscious don’t speak. I stood and looked down at her one last time. “Rest for now, little troublemaker.” I said under my breath. “We’ll figure out what the hell you’re really after, much later.”