Was Riley Strain Drugged Novels & Stories

“F*ck you! How dare you do that right in front of me? Get him!” Kayson dropped the courteous act then, sending three bottles flying and crashing against the men’s heads. With three loud smashes, the three guys passed out on the floor in unison. “You—You…” Riley watched the scene in disbelief before her eyes slowly drifted shut and she fainted. Queenie felt fear creep in. “There was really something wrong with the drink!” “Just some sleeping drug,” Kayson replied. Queenie sighed. “Thank goodness for you, or I’d be in danger. You knew that they were dodgy from the start?”

On the other side of the room, a tiny frame was lying on the bed with his arm connected to an IV drip. A rush of relief flowed through her body and tears welled up in her eyes in gratitude. “Oh, thank God.” She breathed out. “Is he okay? I hope he wasn’t hurt?” “Our son is fine.” Henry informed her, his voice calm and soothing. “He was simply drugged and dehydrated. The doctors just kept him under observation because of the last poisoning incident.” “Okay.” Anaya nodded, glad that Ryle was safe. The doctor and nurses came into the room to check up on her.

And right now, as I looked down at this stranger, passed out and burning up on my dog’s bed, I was firmly planted in that moral gray zone. Riley—if that was even his real name—was in bad shape. He’d been feverish and muttering incoherently for the past few minutes, his body a bundle of shivers one second and burning hot the next. His skin was so flushed I could feel the heat radiating off him, seeping into my shirt where he’d clawed at it like a lifeline. He twisted on his side, mumbling something I couldn’t quite catch, teeth chattering like he was freezing, though sweat drenched his skin. “I didn’t do it…” The words escaped his lips in a faint murmur, his fingers unclenching and curling in

he uttered to himself, turned the car around, and headed back to Riley's residence. Riley quickly turned the knob trying to get the keys to open the door when she felt some cover her nose from behind with a handkerchief. She struggled with the person, tried to scream and free herself but it was useless. The person drugged and dragged her from the compound to an isolated place nearby Lionel got to Riley's house a few minutes after the incident. "Riley...., Riley...." he called but didn't see any sign of her. He quickly rushed to the door and saw her bag and shoes scattered around.

“Try not to die. Your life is mine after what you did to my brother.” Considering a good portion of the contestants wouldn’t live to see the sunset, I threw caution to the wind and replied to her taunt. “How is Reese, by the way? Cat still got his tongue?” Pure hatred simmered in the depths of her eyes. Harriet’s weathered hand fell on her shoulder, her rough voice carving the tension between the two of us. “Mr. Striker is waiting for you, Riley.” I was suddenly struck with the intense pain of having my eyelids carved off. Of course, the Goddess had to give her a torture ability. Riley peeled her lips back in a sneer. “I can’t wait to watch you suffer, rat.”

They're preparing for war and they started by taking down their biggest advisory when it comes to fighting. Me. "Dammit, guys," I snap, trying to sit up but failing. "You—you drugged me!" Ryder shakes his head firmly at that statement. "No, baby. I gave you a painkiller that I knew you would need eventually. It just has a very mild, mild sedative." "We made sure you weren't allergic first," Dante points out. "Handy medical record from the robbery." "You two are unbelieve—unbel—uh…"

He was a figure from her past, someone who had become a stranger to both her and her husband. On a normal and happy day, Riley was like a ray of sunshine. She possessed long, wavy blonde hair, a heart-shaped face, and dazzling green eyes. However, that day, Riley did not have to look in the mirror to know she was a mess. Hours earlier, she had been crying her heart out in her car, only to be saved by a stranger. After undergoing medical evaluations and treatments, she passed out due to emotional stress. And now, she found herself back in her miserable state, panicking in an unfamiliar hospital room.

The nurse said to Cole. "Hey wait! can someone tell me why I am tied to this bed." She said addressing both the nurse and Cole. Cole who remain silent observing her. "Ma'am we will have to wait for the doctor's advise. In the meantime, I will just have to remove the straps on your legs." The nurse said. "Why am I strap to this bed? " Rachel was calmer now asked. "We need to strap you so that you will not harm yourself. You were violent under the influence of the drug in your system." The nurse explained.

"Looking for this?" He held up the stun gun and let out a low chuckle. Elizabeth pushed past them, her composure returning now that her reinforcements had arrived. She pointed at me, her hand trembling with fury. "Do not spare her. Shove all the pills down her throat and make sure you get the aftermath on video. Riley, let us get out of here." Riley was struggling to her feet, her face swollen, her eyes glassy. She looked at me with something that might have been hatred or might have been shame. It was hard to tell through the bruise blooming on her cheek.

“How could they know…?” Riley looked at me in surprise. “Uh… know? Know what?” I glanced around. William was out of the room, maybe finding coffee or breakfast. There were only a couple of other people in the room, but neither of them were looking at me. Keeping my voice low all the same, I told Riley what happened with Jason. Her eyes went wide. “You… and he…” “I didn’t know he was drugged,” I admitted. “I thought he had figured me out. I thought he… wanted me, the way we used to be together.” I leaned back in my chair. “I should have known better.”