Rhea Ripley Blonde Novels & Stories

There’s nothing particularly remarkable about him. “Luca Bennet, Private.” Luca’s got tanned skin and black hair that’s a little longer on top, with a soft wave through it. He’s got pronounced smile lines around his eyes, the kind that make you think he either laughs a lot or spends too much time squinting in the sun. “Rhea Dalton, Private.” Rhea’s dark hair is pulled into a severe bun at the nape of her neck, her grey eyes sharp and assessing as they sweep the room, taking in every face. I’m guessing she’s a strategist. She’s either the most observant person here… or the most nervous.

She puts her hands on her hips, a dainty eyebrow raised. "I'm afraid of what her idea of 'Support her team' actually is." Ky nervously runs her hands through her hair. They are both complete opposites, Kyla and Blair. While Kyla is tall and a little thick, Blair is short and has lots of curves in the right places. Kyla's short blonde hair frames her red freckled face. Blair's curly black hair falls effortlessly on her shoulders, surrounding her light tanned face. Kyla is a socially awkward nerd, like me. Her thick glasses magnifying her blues eyes, making them appear bigger.

One of these days we can have the time we needed badly, all for ourselves. By the way, you all can call me Rianne Carpolya pronounced as Ray Anne. Friends call me Riri pronounced by them as Rayre. I have this long wavy black hair that is longer until to my buttock and I am sure that I inherited it from my mother. I have brownish eyes that I have taken after my father, reddish lips, and fair skin that usually look suntanned due to helping my father on the farm. A typical NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) girl that the people around her call fat and ugly. Well, it sucks to be me right. Anyways it’s already college graduation season so it's time of the year to get so busy preparing.

“Fall back and try to blend in.” “Yes, Mr. Ripley,” Holden replies, and then he quickly disappears into the crowd of people mixing and mingling with one another. “Ace Ripley.” A feminine voice calls his name with sex and desire coating her words. I shudder as if someone has tossed a bucket of cold water on me as I turn to face who the voice belongs to. Dressed in a figure-hugging red dress with a slit running all the way up to her thigh, a petite blonde-haired woman, glides across the room on five-inch stilettos until she is standing in front of Ace.

Rhea quickly straightened up, fixed her hair, and pretended to be focused on the TV when they returned to the living room. “Hey girl, stop watching and meet our dear Ravy,” Lucas said with a grin. Rhea stood and smiled politely. “Hi Ravy, I’m Rhea Benitez. I’m a friend and so—” She froze mid-sentence. The glass in her hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “R-Rave? Y-you’re gay now?” she whispered, her voice trembling with shock. Everyone stared in silence. Lucas, still holding Ravy’s arm, looked just as stunned. His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed toward Rhea.

"Is that another way of saying you missed us?" Anna rolled her eyes. "Maybe..." she teased, making Kael chuckle. Kieran, however, wasn’t paying attention to them. His cold, piercing gaze had settled on Rhea. She looked different. Dressed in a high-waisted black skirt which hugged her waist before flaring out at the knee, paired with a crisp white blouse and black heels, she looked sophisticated and elegant Her hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few strands falling around her face.

“Heavy. What’s in here, rocks?” “Books. Snacks. Weapons,” Poppy answered without pause. “Snacks, yes. Weapons, no,” I said. Rhea helped Poppy down from her car seat, setting her white-sneakered feet on the pavement. Her little tartan skirt and blazer made her look like a student council member ready to fire the principal. The second her feet hit the ground, she tried to bolt. Rhea caught the collar of her blazer. “Hey. Ritual first.”