Novel & Cerita Was Riley Strain Drugged

Honey frowned. Riley should be at work. Unless he'd taken the rest of the day off to nurse his hangover from last night's whiskey binge. She opened the app, her stomach knotting with tension. The live feed from her kitchen camera filled the screen. For a moment, her brain couldn't process what she was seeing. Then horrified understanding dawned. Riley was there, but he wasn't alone. He and Brittany were in their kitchen. He had her bent over the marble counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. God, it hadn't taken him long.

he said, as if he hadn’t just issued a threat. Once he was out of sight, I couldn’t help but release a sigh of relief, the tears that had welled up in my eyes now spilling over, falling down my face. It was too much—the emotional strain, the constant fear. I couldn’t bear it anymore. It didn’t matter if it was the RavensFall Pack or here; it was the same treatment. "Are you okay?" Doctor Riley startled me with his question; I hadn’t noticed him drawing closer. His nearness didn’t make me shrink away. He had defended me, even standing up to such fierce authority, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Who would have ever thought that Justin had it in him, who would have thought that he could be planning his revenge against me? Riley and I had to split and run into hiding because his brother Drake was combing the entire city, searching for us. When Riley told me he was going to have his revenge on Mia, I didn’t think that he would go that far, I thought he still had feelings for her. But I was so wrong, I watched him hurt and torture her like a fucking criminal, and I fucking loved it. I wished her dead, she is the only thing standing between me and my sexual attraction to Drake. I know that if she is out of the way, then Drake will be vulnerable and that would give me a chance to seduce h

he called in concern. “I’m fine,” Riley’s disembodied voice came from somewhere in our room. “It’s already clotting.” I didn’t understand. Didn’t understand why Riley was in our room, why Theo wasn’t going to him if he was bleeding. I hoisted myself up, surprised by how heavy and dizzy I felt. Unable to rise farther, I crawled around the edge of our bed where I found Riley on the floor, back against the end of our bed, a bloody hand pressed to his belly.

As if sensing what was coming, Kelsey charged at me like a madwoman, trying to snatch my phone. "No, Jillian! Don't you dare, you absolute snake!" "Stop her!" I barked coldly. Dad was still bewildered, but his body reacted fast. Instinctively, he stepped in front of me and sent Kelsey stumbling backward. The next second, I hit play. The dark TV screen lit up in an instant. There was no explicit video. Instead, what appeared was a high-definition surgical consent form, followed by a set of shocking before-and-after comparison photos. Lastly, there was a police wanted poster.

“—reacting.” “It’s the new strain,” Rylan said, skidding to a stop beside them. “Impulse control shot to hell. Whoever dosed them didn’t care if they lived afterward.” “Of course they didn’t.” Lyra’s jaw clenched. “Where’s Aiden?” “On his way.” Jace’s mouth twisted. “He was closest to the south wing when the alarm went, insisted on going out with the first response. Cass is going to staple him to a bed when this is over.”

One evening Vivian approached me with a smile again. "Let's bury the past for Dylan’s sake.” I believed her just once. That evening, she offered me a drink while we waited in the hotel lobby for a meeting. I drank it, and that’s all I remembered. I woke up in a strange hotel room. A man I didn’t know passed out beside me. I screamed. The next hour was hell. A photo of me in that bed was sent to Dylan with the words: Your little virgin isn’t so innocent. She’s a slut like I said. I rushed to Dylan crying. “I swear, it’s not true. I don't know what happened. I don't even know that man, Dylan paced his office, restless and angry. The photo Vivian had sent of Riley unconscious on a bed with a st

That's good, eventually she will lose her sense of reasoning soon, for a cup of water. Draco bowed his head in respect to Mr B along with his other men that were inside the room. Agent Cody was nowhere to be found, he had him in another job which was trying to find out if Riley has any family members, one that wasn't made known to the Agency based on the fact that she was an orphan. Mr.B sat down, a few meters away from the blood, Riley's blood that had dirtied the floor. Another man came walking inside the room carrying a briefcase that was handed over to Mr.B.

“Well, I am not a member of the mafia. Breaking his limbs and throwing him out was enough.” The three laughed. Including Sheena. “So, that means Raylie wasn’t poisoned?” “I am certain he was not. He must be sleeping until tomorrow morning.” “Yes. You’re right.” The doctor said and approached us. “Since you already know, why did you have to call for me?” “Just to make sure, doctor.” Thore said and we thanked the doctor. Butler Lewis walked the doctor out of the room just after some advice. I sighed in relief. And I just realized I was the only person who was weeping here. Is that the reason why his friends didn’t take Raylie’s case seriously? Because they already know that the pill in the dri

The room opened up at the top of the stairs, wide, stripped, unfinished. A single industrial light hung overhead, throwing harsh illumination onto the center of the space. Riley was tied to a chair. Wrists bound behind her back, ankles secured and her head lifted at the sound of the door, eyes snapping to mine in sharp, immediate recognition. Alive. That fact hit me harder than fear ever could. Drake stood behind her, one hand resting lightly on the chair, the other gesturing as he spoke. He walked over to a table and picked up an object, something like a scalpel.