Rhea Ripley Blonde Novels & Stories

Ciara Mendes I never imagined I would remain so composed the day I met the woman who is supposedly carrying the child of the man I envision my future with. Rhea Rivera didn’t seem like a bad person; her demeanor was nothing like that of the women I knew Giovanni typically pursued. To be honest, that genuinely unnerved me. Her blue hair, transitioning to a natural auburn color, sat atop her head in a messy bun. Her hazel eyes were fixed on the frayed edges of her ripped jeans, which she had paired with an oversized blue shirt that looked like it could fit two more people.

Jimin said. Layla and Rhea curiously took in Megan’s appearance. She was so white and pale, that she would probably reflect light if you shone a torch at her. Her hair was mixed with blonde yellow and white, and it was curly and long, pooling around her waist. Her eyes were a pale, ice blue color. And her tiny lips were pale pink as well.

River yelled, and before I could ask what was wrong, Ripley had already spoken. “I’m just washing their hair; I’m not torturing them like they act like I am.” She told me. Her voice changed to a kind one. “I’ve told you before, sweeties. If you want long princess hair, then you need to wash it often. If you don’t want to wash it as often, then you can always cut it short. It’s your hair. You can choose.” “You’d let them cut their hair?” I was surprised. Their hair is really cute.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

“This is—this isn’t a formal visit.” They sit. I remain standing. Too nervous to sit. “Is Rhea here?” I ask. “I’ll get her.” Rica stands. Goes to the stairs. “Rhea! Prince Ryker is here!” A pause. Then footsteps above us. Rhea appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing simple clothes—jeans and a sweater. Her hair is down. No makeup. She’s beautiful. Our eyes meet. Something passes between us. Complicated. Unresolved.

Her ponytail had come loose. Rhea's long black hair which had a purple streak in it messily framed her face with a black rubber band entangled at the ends of a few strands of her hair. Her hoodie was ripped at the elbow, revealing the bruise on her skin and she had another bruise on her forehead. The sight of these infuriated me. 'Should we kill them all?' Darryl questioned mentally. I stared at Rhea, not liking how scared she was looking. She'd always seemed so confident and carefree. Maybe it was all a facade. Now, it only made me feel terrible about the way I'd spoken to her.

His mate. Rhye watched Livia as she rummaged through their cabinets and drawers, searching out supplies to patch him up. He took the time to study her, truly study her. Her blonde hair was so light it was practically white, falling in soft waves over her shoulders and down to the small of her back. She tucked it behind her ear, and he saw the slightly abnormal shape of it. The tip was clearly more defined than most humans he’d encountered and, yet, much more blunt than that of a witch. If he hadn’t known what to look for, it would have been easily missed, but he noticed. He noticed everything about her.

Back inside the packhouse, Rhea moved around the room, still mesmerized by everything. She came to stand in front of the full-length mirror. She looked at her clothes, they didn't match the luxury of the room. Then there was her washed off scarf still tied around her head. Her hand reached for it, and she loosened it. Long, dark hair with fiery red tips fell down her back and shoulders framing her face. On her head were a pair of white wolf ears. Rhea took a moment to look at her own reflection. Her eyes that were a dark red shade were now dual color of red and blue.

"But that's not public information, and if you dare breathe a word..." “River.” Rhea waved a hand. “I’m not stupid.” “You’re nosy.” “That too.” She kicked her feet. “So… is his dick big?” I choked on the air. What the fuck? “Rhea,” I said through clenched teeth, “shut up.” “Oh my goddess... you’re blushing. Oh my goddess, you fucking are, and that means...” “Rhea.” “...he’s big. Isn’t he?” I closed my eyes, inhaled, and forced myself to count backwards from ten. On three, she continued.

—smacked her ass. “Rhea,” the blonde whimpered, “that hurt.” So the brunette was Rhea. Check. Rhea fisted her hand in the blonde’s mane, gaining her full attention. “Every time you touch me without permission, I’ll stop what I’m doing, Janae. Understand?” Ah, so that made the blonde Janae. And people said he was bad with names. Janae’s nod of assent earned her a reward from Rhea. A kiss. A deep, openmouthed kiss, with lots of glimpses of flashing pink tongues and feminine moans.