Novel & Cerita Riley X Huey

Shirley confronted those involved. Her sight went to Colton, who was still fallen on the floor. “What happened to you?” she asked him. “Barton punched me.” “So? It’s just a punch.” Colton smirked, “What?” “Get up there, pussy. You still have a lot of work to do instead of lying on the floor and act like a fucking victim.” Shirley told him before going inside her personal office. Everyone scattered and went back to their workplaces. Adeline let out a sigh as she sat down in front of her desk.

Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure. Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.

After their mission in Halwanest was completed, Riley didn’t have any feelings toward Halwanest like Myriade. The only thing he cared about in this world was Trez, but Trez was no longer there, so he would leave too. "I’ve met Hesper Rivera and I had to admit that she’s beautiful." Riley looked at Trez, who was laying in bed with his eyes closed, then sighed. "How nice it'd be if you didn’t hate her. I might have the chance to ask her what brand of skin care products she uses."

Riley snarled back, “as much as I might want to.” “I know you two are working together on this! You both want to bring this Pack down and you’ll sink so low as a black-market spectacle to make it happen.” Harrison was rambling, pacing again. “Black-market – what the hell are you talking about Harrison?” Riley was concerned now. “Stop playing dumb! Tell me the truth!” “I already told you! I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about!” Riley’s voice cracked with worry and anger. “Who has she been seeing, huh?”

Please give it another go later* Dread tightened inside him as his heart dropped to the depths of his stomach. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, causing the car to roar to life and drive in the direction of Havens Estate. He saw Stephanie and Riley playing in the garden as soon as he pulled into the yard, with Arlene standing next to them and keeping an eye on the young child. Riley was squatting in the sandbox's corner, idly prodding the sand with a tiny plastic shovel while her whole focus was on a crawling ant. She had no interest in making sandcastles.

Remy follows—flannel sleeves rolled up, gold coyote eyes scanning the room out of habit. **Celeste (smiling):** “Settling in?” Riley pushes to her feet—quick, eager—crosses the room and pulls Celeste into a hug before anyone can blink. **Riley:** “You’re taller than I remember. Or maybe I just forgot how intimidating you are when you’re not covered in swarm goo.” Celeste laughs—genuine, surprised—hugs her back. **Celeste:** “And you’re still the only person who can hug me without asking permission.”

Riley, still staring up at the sky with her sunglasses shielding her eyes, let out a small laugh. “What do you think you’re doing, Vileot?” My eyes lifted to her. “I’m trying to tutor you on the aspects you’re not good at.” Riley chuckled again, louder this time. Harper joined in behind her, their laughter echoing by the pool. Riley slowly slid her sunglasses down her nose and finally looked at me with an expression that made me feel like an insect. “I know what you’re doing, dummy, I just don’t get why you are doing that.”

Well, if I have another name out there, it might as well be the one I want. "You don't have a thing for Brad Pitt, do you, Honey? Because I am more handsome than Brad Pitt," Adrian asked. "Pfft! What? I just wanted to be Rachel Green! I have no thing for Brad Pitt!" Riley scoffed, and thank goodness for Adrian inserting Brad Pitt, she was no longer crying. The couple cuddled in bed next. Adrian embraced Riley tightly and asked, "Did you check on your mom?" "Yes," Riley nodded. "She was still asleep. She looked exhausted."

Maps sprawled across the table, pins marking the latest sightings of werewolf scouts. “She isn’t coming,” Carrow muttered. “She’s coming,” I said. “How can you be sure?” “Because I told her not to be late.” And right on cue, the doors banged open. Riley strolled in like she owned the place — leathers, boots, a smile sharp enough to perform surgery. “Apologies,” she said sweetly. “Got lost in a hallway full of self-importance.” Erynos coughed to hide a laugh. Carrow went the color of overcooked meat.

Alice screamed when someone kicked over the table, grabbing their attention away from the wanton destruction. Now that she could see them, Alice wasn't convinced Adam's presence would make much difference. Riley stood over her, maybe six foot eight with a strong build and broad shoulders. Two of his companions—also wielding bats—were of similar stature. The other guy—presumably Felix—was only slightly smaller and dressed smartly in black as opposed to the grey hoodie and sweatpants look his mates sported. Instead of smashing the place up, he sat on the work surface, watching, no weapon in his hands. Riley leered down at her with a maniacal grin.