Rhea Ripley Blonde Novels & Stories

I whispered to Ria who gave me the I told you so look. I was grumpy and wasn't ready to deal with fake women so I didn't bother to plant a fake smile of my own. Blame it on Davian. Isabelle Lewis was drop-dead gorgeous and I couldn't deny that. She had black shoulder-length hair styled into a bang that made her appear both innocent and sultry. Her full lips and big blue eyes gave her the appearance of a doll. It was no doubt the media was obsessed with her and why Blair wanted to kill her but that was where their differences ended.

“It’s okay, Lyria. Just go with them and do what they say. It’ll be fine. I promise.” Lyria nods her head and follows weakly behind them. Lyria is smaller than I am. I hope they don’t hurt her. Unlike Lyria’s fiery red hair, my hair is very light brown, and my eyes are the blue of icicles in winter. Lyria is also model thin with small breasts and narrow hips. I know that she’s a virgin because she confessed to me before we came on our trip. She told me that she wanted to lose her virginity to a hot Brazilian guy. At this point, I just hope that somehow we get out of this unscathed and that she finds the man of her dreams.

Yes, I remember, I had mentioned something about the annoyingly pretty ex-girlfriend of Professor Harlan, though it was practically nothing to go off of. "Rhea, I really don’t know who that woman was," I explain, plainly exasperated. "All I know is that she was in the same grad year as Harlan, they might have dated, and she has blond hair and blue eyes, literally so hot and perfect and beautiful that I nearly launched myself off the top of the building where they held the gala." "Right. That’s the part of your description that stuck out to me," Rhea says, grinning as she spins her laptop around so the screen faces me instead.

Zoe and I were now talking about a lot of stuff when a black Benz pulled up in front of us. “Who's that?" we both asked in unison. "I've no idea.” We looked at the person jumping out, and when I recognized the tattoo on their leg, it was Rhea. “Rhea Collins," Zoe said as she was walking towards us. “What does she want again?" I asked before she stood a few feet away and gave us a wicked smile. “Scarlett Brown," she started while I just looked at her with pity. “That's her name homewrecker," Zoe responded.

One, Sophie was a blue-eyed blonde who reminded me of Celeste wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, the other was Raven, a very tall, striking girl with poker straight brown hair and very intense grey eyes. I wasn’t surprised to find out she was related to Bella; those grey eyes were so distinctive. Like me she wore a long floaty dress, hers was black, highlighting her pale skin whilst mine was a deep forest green which complimented my hair and eyes. Kyra had insisted I wear a floaty dress for a change so I couldn’t see my feet as we practiced.

I laughed harder at the tongue Blondie stuck out to Red; like a child who didn't get his way. "Hello ladies," Ryan greeted the group of girls who were trying to suppress their giggles. They blushed and turned and started whispering. "Jacob come on. Training couldn't have been that bad," he said to his friend. "You have no idea. Chan said she's hardly ever trained before this and it's like she's been doing this for years. Who the fuck can run ten miles straight?!" He shouted. I bit back a grin and watched Ryan's mouth gaped open.

She was dressed in a simple pink summer dress that matched the little hairband in her brown long hair which was curly now, two years ago, the woman he was blessed with successfully gave birth to a beautiful baby girl making his dream come true not just that but the woman slowly coming to him had made his life full of happy moments that gave him a reason to wake up each day with a smile on his face "What?"rhea said shyly as she looked down in embarrassment, the stare she got from her husband made her feel shy as her cheeks turned red. Yes, she decided to do something with her hair and her face had nudes makeup which the man loved but sometimes just to drive him insane she did something differ

Red lips says introducing herself like it was supposed to mean something. But It didn’t! I knew she was trying to prove a point here which explains the attitude but none of this drama really matters to me. All I just feel is irritation and more anger! The blonde stepped forward slightly. “I’m Rhea.”She says and the other quieter one tilts her chin confidently. “Call me Nyra.” I looked at each of them with a blank look on my face. “…Should I clap?” I asked. Rhea scoffed as Nyra smirked but I could see Alessia’s smile thinning out, but she didn’t dare lose it.

"If Ripley broke his hand punching a wall again, I am charging double." "It isn't Ripley," I said, walking toward the rear of the vehicle. The orderlies arrived with a gurney just as I popped the trunk. They pulled her out, and for a second, the world went silent. She looked even worse under the harsh LED streetlights. Her skin was a sickly grey, and her breathing had turned into a wet, rattling sound. "Who is this?" Romilly stepped closer, squinting. "The pureblood from your text?"

"If it’s a disaster, I'll just shave the whole thing and blame the moon." She stopped mid-snip. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me through the glass. Her eyes were wide, a deep, mossy green that made my pulse do something erratic. "It’s just hair, Rhea," I said softly. "I’ve survived far deeper cuts than a bad trim." The silence stretched between us, heavy and charged. She went back to work, her touch careful, almost reverent. I couldn't help it. I reached out, my hands finding her hips and pulling her flush against my face.