Renee Rapp Quotes Novels & Stories

Below it in the comments someone had pasted her quote. Women are not supposed to go after what they want without apologizing for it. With the addition: sir she is literally on the cover of The Current. Your friend is at a charity function no one is covering. Read the room. The comment had six hundred likes. She put her phone away. --- Ren's page was still deactivated. She noted that and moved on. --- Adrian sent a message at three. Not a call. A message. Which was how he communicated when he wanted to say something without the particular exposure of a voice.

His words are crumbling the wall in my head that I built overnight—the wall that is supposed to stand proud and the wall that stops the doubts from claiming my mind. “ I feel bad for you. ” Draven clicks his tongue. “ I thought you were smart but it turns out…you are just like every desperate girl. A few sweet nothings from Leister and you thought you had him where you wanted him. ” Draven always says words like these to me but today, they are affecting me more. I can’t seem to stomach his taunts. “ You are going too far! ” Renee interrupts and steps in front of me fiercely.

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

She was able to hold Anastasia off by giving vague answers like, “Mama and Daddy needed to spend some time apart. But he loves and misses you and he’s excited to spend this time with you!” Ren was still glued to her screen, watching some videos about the actress. “Have you seen these? The tabloid shows that used to talk shit about you are speaking like you’ve been best friends for years! The nerve of some people!” “Ahem!” Andrea forcibly cleared her throat. Ren noticed and looked down at her niece. “Oh, sorry. I forgot where I was for a second,” she shamefully whispered.

Unlike us, we had it so rough back then…" Renee raised her voice, "I said, who gave me this grade?"

Nora asked casually while she and Renee were taking a break. Renee responded while taking a pause from her drink, "Everyone has their own aspirations. Personally, I'm not drawn to the entertainment world. Despite being your dance stand-in, I won't take the spotlight." Nora grasped Renee’s sentiment. While Renee did outshine Nora on this occasion, it wouldn't hinder Nora's career, opportunities, or footage.

Then why is she suddenly talking about women supporting women? Renée only maintains a stern gaze, silently warning her to take her hands off her, which she did immediately, ceasing her sobs. "I can support you, of course. I love the 'women supporting women' thing." Renée smiles, causing me to knit my brows in confusion. She wasn't thinking of doing what I thought, right? Eve visibly exhales, smiling back at her.

We leave the house and as we head downstairs Rene says: "Wow, your mom is strong. I'm also surprised she doesn't have a headache or something." "It's a good thing. I don't have time to-" of course, Jeff will pick the wrong time possible to come out of his house. Shit! I don't have time for this man, enough people pleasing. "Oh hey, guys! How was the party yesterday?" "It was fire," Rene says. "Literally, my body was on fire." She says and my eyes go wide as I look at her. "Wow, cool." At least he doesn't think too much about what she said.

what would it be like to spend every day of my life making love to my perfect woman? Oh, what it would be like to watch her smile, laugh, cry, and moan as I gradually coaxed pleasure from her. Every time, everywhere, in every place. Oh, fuck! Renee was my drug. A crack I couldn’t get enough of. She was everything and more. So I made an oath to myself.

‘You’re useless’ ‘You killed her’ ‘The same way you killed your mom’ ‘You could have saved her but instead, you watched her die without doing anything’ ‘You’re not worthy of being called a doctor’ The voices kept coming, and they were unmistakably right. I really am a useless weakling, unfit to be called a doctor. When things get hard, I give up and act irrational. “Get a fucking grip on yourself, Danica. Madam Ruslan is dead right now because of you! Because you couldn't even do this right!” Renee's voice seeped through my subconsciousness and I gasped, forgetting how to breathe completely.