What The River Knows Kindle Novels & Stories

"Iris… if you didn't forgive me, you could've just refused to drink the water. Why did you have to push me?" The way she twisted the truth really was second nature to her. I pulled the communicator—completely intact—from my jacket and gave it a casual shake. "Eliza, choose your words carefully. Everyone here saw it—you slipped and lunged forward on your own. "This is the only communicator our entire team has. Even a single drop of water could've destroyed it. You were waving a full cup of water right over it—were you trying to make sure we couldn't contact the base and just waited to die in the radiation storm?"

“Still pretending he’s king when he’s nothing but a caged wolf now. No Moon, no crown, no pack.” Theron said nothing. Silence was its own blade, and he let it cut. The path twisted downward, roots tangling like black veins beneath their boots, until at last the river came into view. The River of Fernwood. It stretched wide and dark, its waters moving sluggishly under the moonlight. Mist curled above its surface, whispering with voices that seemed almost human, low, mournful, endless. The sound clawed at the mind, as though the river itself remembered every soul it had swallowed.

The clock is striking twelve. My vision tunneled and the air in the room turned into thick, suffocating mercury. Lucas Kane hadn't just fired a shot; he’d dropped a nuclear warhead on the center of my life. He’d named me without naming me. He’d taken the darkest secret I owned and turned it into a viral hit. "Noah?" Jax’s voice was a blurred whisper. "Tell me this is some psycho’s fanfic. Tell me he’s just reaching for clicks before the draft."

I’d also like some quiet moments of peace and solitude, but I know peace is not in the books for me right now. Or anytime soon. Nobody speaks for a moment. Then River breaks the silence. “Start explaining.” His voice is calm, but I know that’s deceptive. The angrier he gets, the calmer he becomes. It’s truly terrifying. His command only proves what I had a feeling about: they already know. Or at least, they suspect something. I exhale slowly, exhaustion already settling itself deep in my bones. “He knows,” I say flatly. River arches a single eyebrow. “And by he, you mean…”

Only for a while. Then... Nothing. No cameras. No cards. No phone. Nothing. She simply... Vanished. "She's smart," I whisper. River smiles sadly. "She's always been smart." I nod. "Too smart." Silence settles over the room again. Finally River clears her throat. "I have an idea." I look up. "It's a long shot." "At this point I'll take anything." "We print recent pictures." "And then?" "We drive." I frown. "Drive where?"

My legs felt as heavy as concrete, and I could not move a single step. [Does anyone understand the genius behind the female lead's gift? A pillow creates closeness without feeling too flirty, and it perfectly targets the male lead's weak spot!] [Our female lead isn't just thoughtful, she really knows boundaries too.] [If I remember right, the pillow the male lead's using now was bought by the side character, wasn't it? Looks like it's about to be replaced by the female lead's gift.] [Exactly how it should be! First replace the things the side character gave him, then replace her too.]

I can see the questions in his eyes, the wonder and the doubt as he runs his fingers over the carvings, each one a piece of a story too old to remember. But when I look over at River, I see something else. His face is set, serious, his usual smugness replaced with a look of dread, a silent understanding that mirrors my own. We both know that finding this entrance isn’t the end of our journey. It’s only the beginning. Beyond this, our travels will test the limits of our powers, the dedication we have to one another. Bright Waters doesn’t reveal itself to everyone, which is why so many believe it’s a myth. We have to prove ourselves worthy.

"How?" I demand, my heart going crazy. Ginny bites down on her lip, “How did he get that information?” "Can't say. Only he can," Ginny responds, looking away. Again, what the fuck?! Who even is River and why does he know my name? My wolf is completely awake now, creating a swirl of intense emotions right now and thinking about that name over and over. River. She's never done that before, except when Remington is mentioned. "I need to know how he knew my name. I don't give a shit if he gets mad. Tell me,” I demand.

All that was left was to shake on our deal of devilry and destruction. River's massive hand engulfed mine, hot and calloused. His grin held only cruelty and ambition's vicious delight. We had found our match in each other - the demented and the damned. "I will wait eagerly for the day your purpose comes to fruition, Kristy," River purred as I made my withdrawal. "Rarely have I encountered one with such delicious ruthless vision as you." He laughed, his admiring tone raised bile in my throat, but I merely inclined my head, unwilling to show weakness before the beast whose bloody services now belonged to me.

I looked back at Lyle, and he was nearly asleep. “You look like you're thinking awfully hard about something,” River murmured. I looked up at him, surprised. I shouldn't be surprised. Of course, he would notice. River knew my thinking face. River was always able to read my face as if my thoughts were stamped on my forehead. With some effort, I straightened out my features and shrugged. “Is it because of what I said?” he asked. How does he do that? My gaze slowly met his again. A flash of heat rose up my thighs. I clamped my legs together as the same heat bubbled into my stomach. He is waiting for me to answer, but how do I respond?