Rhea Ripley Haircut Novels & Stories

She looked unkempt, her hair was tangled and the clothes she wore hung loosely on her frame, her face looked gaunt and tired but she was undeniably beautiful underneath it all, Ria guessed that she couldn’t be more than twenty-five. “Keisha Smith?” Ria asked, trying not to sound as startled as she felt while raising her hands slowly. ‘’Start talking before I cut you,” Keisha snapped. “Who sent you? Why are you here?”. ‘’I…I did not come to hurt you,” Ria said calmly, trying her best to maintain eye contact. ‘I’m here to talk business, I want to help you reclaim your career. My name is Ria Hartley, I work in fash…”

“Oh, Sadie~! Oh, thank fuck you’re safe!” I scoffed, “Can you not overreact?” “OVERREACT?” Georgia pulls me away, her hand gripping my shoulders. Every month, she does her hair in different styles. Right now, she has thick curly hair, which makes her look like the Filipino Hannah Baker. “YOU’RE ALL OVER THE NEWS! OF COURSE, I’M WORRIED LOVE~” She squealed loud enough to cut off my thoughts of her making 13 tapes about people--shit I hope not, but if she did I wonder who I am in her story.

She took all her clothes off and stood in front of the full-length mirror that rested on the wall. She looked over herself. What part of her did he desire the most? What part would he hate to lose? She took out her ponytail and let her long brown hair fall. It had gotten longer- it now fell to the small of her back. She reached to the tips and softly caressed them. She had always kept it to the middle, but Ryder wanted it longer, so she grew it longer. She held up her hair, and curled it under as if it was shoulder length. She dropped it. If she cut it, it would be gone, and she wouldn’t take away anything she couldn’t give right back. She looked over her body again – her body was so white,

He explained. Amelia didn't look so sure about it. "Uhh...Rey. I don't think so." She said. "Don't you trust me?" Rey asked. "I do but-" "No buts, it's either you trust me or you don't," Rey said, staring deep into her eyes. Amelia looked away. "I trust you." She muttered. "Good, you won't regret this. I assure you." Rey said. Amelia watched him with mixed feelings. Rey picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut her hair. He reduced it from the waist-length hair it used to be to her shoulder length.

We were greeted by a young woman with a bright smile and a name tag that said "Lia." "Hi, welcome to Bali Beauty," she said. "How can I help you?" "Well, I think my daughter needs a new haircut," Ruby frowned and touched her hair nervously. "Mom, no, I like my hair." I shook my head. "Ruby, trust me, you need a change. Something fresh and fun."

I couldn't help but wonder what brought her back. Rhea was a force unto herself, my best friend from childhood, bold and brash, never anything but herself. Her blonde hair flowed down her back into an elegant ponytail; she wore a sleek leather jacket over a fitted top and jeans. She had that smirk on her face, which I knew only too well-meant mischief. I wonder what happened to her these past few days to give her such glow-up. For a moment, relief flooded my inside as she stared at her. Maybe she'd come to help me deal with this mess of paperwork. Rhea had always been sharp and resourceful, and right now, I could use all the help I could get.

I pulled Amanda closer, hands sliding down to her ass, and leaned in to kiss her deep, messy, loud enough to be heard. Right as our lips were about to touch, the door to the secure wing opened. Rhea stepped out. She was fresh from a workout, black sports bra clinging to her sweat slicked skin, toned abs on full display, loose sweatpants riding low on her hips, and that long blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail with a few strands sticking to her neck. She looked sexy and dangerous at a go. Her sharp hazel eyes flicked from me to Amanda, then down to where my hands were still gripping Amanda’s ass.

Ryle and I haven't gone to the venue yet. It's still early. I’m being silently anxious here in front of the mirror. Meanwhile, Ryle is in the kitchen. I don't know what he's doing. I guess he's having a little snack or sipping coffee. Anyway, what I’m seeing right now in the mirror is something I’ve never seen for some time. I look like a decent human being, except I’m mentally uneasy. I turn around and I look socially acceptable. My makeup is light, just to hide the paleness of my skin, and my hair is done in a French braid. I was irritated earlier when I was doing my hair because Ryle was being a reporter, asking me about stuff randomly. Favorite color, animal, place, dish, subject, and wh

She is done being a ghost in a silk cage. She is an Executive Assistant, one good at her job, and she is reclaiming the boundaries she let him incinerate. If he wants a toy, he can find one that doesn't have a soul. “Morning, Tessa. Hi, Julian,” Rhea says, her voice surprisingly steady. Tessa looks up, her eyes going wide. She actually gasps. Rhea isn't wearing the modest, floor-length dresses she wears. She is wearing a sharp, black skirt that hits two inches above her knee, and a blouse that leaves the delicate curve of her shoulders exposed. It’s professional, yet dangerously casual.

She ruffled my hair and I swatted her hand away, making us chuckle. Just then, Rhea came into the room, already dressed in ripped shorts that were exposing her ass cheeks and a crop top with a low neck, revealing her generous cleavage. Her feet were adorned in seven-inch killer heels. Her wavy blond hair was parted in the middle while it dropped to her shoulders. She was done with her makeup already and looked ravishing. Trinity wolf-whistled on seeing her, making us chuckle. "Why are you girls not dressed?". Rhea inquired with furrowed brows.