It Chapter 2 Richie Novels & Stories

the teacher asked doubtfully when she saw Anika only staring at her in a daze. Anika clenched her hand and was at a loss. Suddenly they heard a loud voice. "Where is the paper to fill out?" A Madame with a fur coat asked haughtily, arriving at the scene. "Ah, Madame, please wait, I'll grab some after I finish here," Teacher Daisy hurriedly answered politely. The Madame looked at Anika with raised brows. She surveyed her from head to foot. Tch. A young rich wife. Whose second-generation wife is this?

Rich leaves the keys on the small table and smiles. I frown. "¿So what are we doing in your house?" I wanted to know. "I had to pick up some stuff for the surprise" he says "wait here. I'll be right back." I wanted to tell him not to leave me alone here but I didn't reach to tell him, Rich climbed the stairs up quickly and he got lost on the second floor. I looked mistrustful everywhere I felt observed, like if someone in the walls watches me.

"State your name and your business with Ms. Carter." Richie let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, leaning in close enough for Nobody to smell his expensive cologne. "Do you have a death wish, kid? Do you have any idea who you're talking to? You're a nobody, a piece of gutter trash playing dress-up. Move aside before I have you thrown out of this entire precinct and blacklisted for life, you useless parasite!" Without waiting for a response, Richie threw his shoulder forward, shoving hard against Nobody's chest to drive him violently out of the doorway.

If her mother found out, Damari could kill her. Then, Ivory walked out of the room. Leaving the woman smiling mysteriously. When Ivory wanted to take a taxi, Scarlett, who was waiting for the bus, unknowingly saw the woman. "Isn't that Ivory? Why is she here? The Armstrong family, isn't it bankrupt?" Scarlett said to herself. As far as she knew, the restaurant where Ivory came out had very expensive food prices. For the woman's current condition, it was impossible to afford it. "I suspect something. Do I have to go back to New York to figure this out?" Scarlett asked herself. However, she immediately shook her head and boarded the bus that had just arrived.

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

The day before my wedding, my ex-boyfriend asked me to meet him in a hotel room. "I heard you're getting married," he said. "Could you meet me, just this once? There's something I need to tell you." I agreed, and that night I went to the address he gave me. But the person waiting for me wasn't him. It was my fiancé, his face like a storm cloud, and beside him, his self-satisfied childhood sweetheart, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See, Julian, I told you she wasn't being honest with you," she said. "She's finally slipped up." My fiancé's jaw clenched. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise. "Why?" he demanded. I lowered my eyes and answered calmly, "Because I don't want

After struggling to adapt to new things, Sarah must be disappointed by Richie's desire to leave dinner early. "What is wrong? Did something happen?" . . CONTINUE

Kryzelle Rivera is a hardworking and bubbly barista in a cozy café in Makati, well-known for her warm smile and her talent for crafting the perfect cappuccino. One day, a wealthy young entrepreneur named Zander Castillo walks into the café. He is known for his charm, striking good looks, and a slightly tsundere personality. Because of a small incident in the café—a spilled coffee and a misunderstanding—their awkward encounters begin, slowly turning into playful banter, heart-fluttering moments, and a sweet romance. As they get to know each other, they discover that both of them carry emotional scars and hidden secrets. Despite coming from completely different worlds—barista and r

I said, my voice ice-cold. ​"Careful?" Richard wiped at his eye, a cruel, mocking grin plastered across his face. He leaned forward, his eyes turning vicious. "Little girl, you have absolutely no idea what I am actually capable of. You think you're standing on solid ground right now because a few rich men happen to like your pretty face this month? Let me tell you something." He tapped his desk with a heavy finger. "I can crush that ground out from under you whenever I decide to. Today just isn't the day I decide to do it. Now get out of my office."

"Poor Mommy. You had to come and plead with this nasty woman just to keep her occupied so she wouldn't ruin Daddy's plans! But it'll only take three days this time. "Three days from now, once Daddy gets that chalice from the antique store and auctions it off, he'll get millions of dollars without having to lift a finger! "Then, not only will we get the old house back, but we'll also be able to pay off all the debts. And with Daddy's knowledge of the future, he can easily invest the money wisely and become the richest man in the country!" So, I arranged for someone to look into Nathan's movements and figured out what he was planning to do.