Flushed Away Roddy And Rita Novels & Stories

Seeing how she couldn't do it herself, Claudia pulled out a chair and helped her sit on it, then rushed towards the fridge and came back with a bottle of chilled water. "Here" she said after opening the cap and dropped it in front of Rita. "Thanks" Rita reached for the water, she quickly drank a few gulps and poured the leftover on her head. Claudia sat on a chair next to Rita's. "I don't understand you at all, Claudia" Rita said immediately she gulped as much water as she could down her throat. "Don't you love my brother?" she asked. She didn't let Claudia respond, before reaching forward and held Claudia's hands in her, then looked into her (Claudia's) eyes -it seemed like the water has he

Los Angeles never slept. Night-time simply gave rich people another excuse to become worse versions of themselves. Romper was proof of that. The club only opened its underground floor to the wealthy and influential after dark. Ryder sat inside the restricted lounge with a drink in his hand. Across from him, Rita smiled lazily. “I don’t know what lies you’ve been feeding father,” Ryder said coldly, “but if you don’t back off, you’ll regret it.” Rita laughed. “Aw. Is my little brother threatening me?”

Just one peek. RITA. After arguing with myself, I clicked the message. Rita: ‘Don’t worry, it was a clean job’ My head tilted in confusion and I mouthed “Clean job?”. I scrolled up to the previous messages. Ava: ‘Have you made her tea yet?’ Rita: ‘I’m almost done.’ Ava: ‘Do not forget what we talked about. The poison.’ I froze, my gaze still completely fixed on the screen with my eyebrows raised.

“Come in my mouth, Elias. Give it to me.” He groaned—a deep, broken sound—and erupted. Hot spurts coated her tongue. She swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and sagged against the wall. But Rita wasn’t done. She stood, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and straddled his lap. The booth was so narrow her knees pressed against the walls. She ground down against his still-hard cock, soaking her panties through the thin fabric of her skirt. “Your turn to repay me,” she whispered against his ear.

With a final, dismissive roll of her eyes, Lyra turned on her heel and strutted out of the kitchen, leaving the heavy swing doors rocking in her wake. Rita turned back to me immediately, her anger melting into deep concern as she rushed over. But I couldn't move. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I knew how ruthless our masters could be, and Lyra's words sent a sickening wave of dread pooling straight into my stomach. “Don’t mind that stupid bit*h,” Rita said and looked around her. “Don’t you guys have work to do?” As soon as she said that everyone dispersed whispering around them. “You told me you won’t go after her,” I said, moving towards her.

Blood dripped into the soil, each drop feeling like it mocked how pathetic she looked. But Rita didn't stop. She kept telling herself that pushing harder might drown out the ache in her chest. That was when a raspberry margarita appeared beside her. She stepped back fast when she met Winnie's eyes. Winnie offered the drink, her voice soft and pleading. "Rita, take a break. This is for your own good." They pushed at each other, and Rita yanked herself loose. A sharp crack snapped through the air as the glass shattered. Winnie slipped and tumbled down the long steps, ending up at the bottom in a pool of blood and broken glass.

I'm Rita" she extends a handshake to seal their introduction. "Where are you going?" Rita asks after catching a glimpse of Maddie trying to excuse her and the new guest. "I'd like to use the washroom," she says, blinking at Rita who figured out she was leaving them both to find someone to dance with. "You're beautiful," says Richie "Thank you, sir" "Did I hear you say, sir? You're not my employee, Rita", he tries to make a little joke out of it and they share a light laugh, sipping their drinks.

I sighed and looked at Makaila. "So where were we..." I leaned in again. She smiled and leaned closer to. Just as our lips were about to meet again.... "If you guys need anything, like condom...." Rita popped her head in with a big goofy smile on her face. "RITA!!!" We both snapped at her. She laughed as she finally left us alone. She's hella Crazy. ***** Makaila's POV

The silence that hung after Antony’s heartfelt confession was thick with emotion, but it was shattered—violently—when the door suddenly swung open. Lydia stood there, face flushed with rage, fists clenched at her sides. “You heard me, didn’t you?” she snapped, her eyes narrowing at Rita. “Good. I’m glad.” Rita turned slowly, her heart pounding. “Lydia…” “Don’t Lydia me,” she said bitterly, stepping further into the room. “I admit—we’ve been friends for a long time. We’ve shared secrets, cried on each other’s shoulders, laughed through heartbreaks. But you—” she pointed a trembling finger at Rita, “—you’re the one who changed everything.”

Rita The farmhouse kitchen was bathed in the soft blue light of dawn, the scent of rooibos tea and drying biltong filling the air. Rita cupped her mug between her palms, letting the warmth seep into her skin as her grandmother stirred honey into her own cup. "Tell me more about your friends," Gogo said in Zulu, her voice gentle but probing. Rita smiled, recounting Freda’s sharp wit, Pru’s eerie talent for reading objects, and even Deidre’s dramatic flair—though she carefully omitted the vampire’s penchant for dropping century-old trauma like it was small talk.