Rhea Ripley Tumblr Novels & Stories

Rhea smiled. “I’m sorry. I need to correct myself too. I found the artwork on the studio’s website three months ago.” Cerys grimaced. She pointed at Rhea shakily. “You set me up.” “How can you say that? You are clearly the one with something to hide.” Rhea smirked in disdain and faced the public. “I told you that she’s a fraud! She’s all looks and no substance. The only thing she’s good at is screwing married men!”

Then hands—small ones—landed on my knee. The girl with the bloodied kneecaps stared up. “If you’re lying,” she said in a voice like a dull knife, “I’ll bite you.” Lumi stepped beside her and squared her shoulders. “He’s not lying. Biting is reserved for important occasions.” The girl considered this, then extended a skinny arm. “I’m Rhea.” She wrinkled her nose. “You smell like storms.” “So do you,” Lumi said approvingly. Rhea looked at me like I was a riddle she didn’t want to solve and turned back to Lumi. “You staying?”

I stood and told him to go to sleep and try to enjoy his saved life. "Can I get your number, Skye? Maybe we can hang out sometime, if you want, if not that's fine." I shrugged, keeping it cool and handed him my phone. I watched him enter his digits and call himself. He handed it back and told me thanks. I gave him a head nod, waved and vanished. I gritted my teeth realizing I was still holding his blood soaked reaper card. Normally they disappear once you do the reaping. I hurried to my bed and slid it between the mattresses. I shook my head. I was really making poor choices and somebody has got to be aware of them. I went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked okay. I p

I looked down at Mia’s iPad. The first post I saw wasn’t about me. It was about Mirabel. MIRABEL MURPHY EXPOSED LIVE. The next one. THE WOMAN WHO DESTROYED HER OWN BEST FRIEND. Another. WE OWE AURELIA STERLING AN APOLOGY. My thumb slowly scrolled. The numbers were climbing so quickly they almost looked unreal. Hundreds of thousands of reposts. Thousands of views in just a few minutes.

This lady could simply kiss my cheek and I would immediately forget my entire existence, not just a minor problem we had. "I promise I will jump," she said and stood up too. I started taking off my shirt and I could see her from the corner of my eye checking me out. "Take a picture babe, it will last longer." I smirked, looking at her. Although her cheeks turned pink, she acted all sexy. "Oh trust me I would, but I do not have my phone with me." She smirked back, making me chuckle. I took off my pants, leaving myself in my tight swimwear that I intended to wear since I had a feeling I would jump then I stretched my muscles. "See you down there, babe!" I said before jumping from the cliff, la

“Forest therapy.” “Exactly.” We sit quietly for a minute, sipping tea. The silence between us is different, companionable. Rhea’s shoulder bumps mine. “You know,” she says, “I once fell for a human.” My head tilts. “Really?” She nods. “When I was sixteen. He worked at a bookstore. Wore the worst plaid shirts and had a laugh like a dying goat. But he gave me this worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights with all his favorite lines underlined.”

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They could barely peel their eyes from her. "Yeah, Eden, we've given you enough time to mope," Lydia chimed in as she snapped a quick selfie and posted it on her I*******m. Within seconds her phone pinged incessantly with notifications from millions of adoring fans. Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet.

Chapter 8 : Riana's POV Book 4 : WEREWOLF KNOT FRENZY "Hey beauties, it's your girl Riana and we are live from the quad on this gorgeous Friday afternoon." I held my phone at the perfect angle, making sure the sunlight hit just right. My follower count sat at 847K and climbing. Brand deals kept my tuition paid and my closet full, Life was good. Or it was, until three days ago. "So I'm thinking we do a fall fashion haul this weekend, maybe hit up that new boutique downtown. Drop a heart if you want to see—"

“She did it to me when I wouldn’t admit I liked Encanto.” “You loved Encanto.” “WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT!” The room dissolved into giggles. For a few moments, “Okay,” Rhea declared, legs flung over the arm of the couch like she owned it—which, technically, she did. “We’re doing this. Full girl mode. Arabella, spill your last situationship. Start to heartbreak.” I buried my face in the throw pillow. “Why do you want me to relive my emotional trauma like it’s a N*****x special?”