Rhea Ripley Tumblr Novels & Stories

She's that girl, yes the healthy girl waking up at 6 am, even in week-ends to work out and study then meet with some friends, her hobby is reading as well. I wish I could be like her, having this healthy lifestyle instead of staying on social media for hours, it's like an obsession. A deadly one. "Who is Hévéa?" Roman asked curiously. "She's my friend." I stated. "Don't know her." Rhyker shrugged off as he pressed pressure on my foot. Of course, you won't know her, stupid. Since you are someone all mighty, ironically it’s not the truth. "Well, then how can we talk?" Ashton muttered himself, he's awful at whispering.

My room was exactly how I’d left it. Small. Dim. Mine. The bed creaked as I dropped my bag onto it. I headed straight for the bathroom, already pulling my shirt over my head as I walked. Rhea had made herself at home on my mattress, sitting cross-legged with a piece of paper in her hands. “Look!” she said, holding up her drawing. “This is the T-Rex! I gave him fangs like a wolf.” I peeked from the bathroom door and grinned. “He’s terrifying. You’re getting too good at this.”

And when I stared at the mirror, I was proud of she who stared right back at me - Rhea Dawson. A tear escaped my eyes and I dabbed my cheek gently with a napkin and then a powder brush. It was a happy tear, reminding me of all the bumps and hurdles we had overcome in the previous years. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into my memories, reminiscing on everything we've been through in the past eight years.

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.

I demanded, heart racing. She hesitated. Then she said it. “The Reaper.” Ryan went still. Liv’s jaw dropped. “What?” I said. “The Reaper,” she repeated. “They’re some anonymous account. Posts clips. Ratings. Like a fucking p**n Yelp. Said tonight was gonna be a live drop.” My skin went cold. We hadn’t been luring one person. We’d been luring an audience.

Taking a warm shower, she stepped out changing into a nice comfortable clothes, a black sweat pants and shirt, she brushed her hair and packed it in a loose ponytail. She sat on her bed, gosh it was so comfortable, her first day of work wasn't good and at the same time not bad, working for Kieran is actually hard, stresfulll and tiring but who is she to complain, this is only her first day, she took her phone, scrolled a little bit on Tiktok before she fell asleep. 8:00pm. Rhea opened her eyes, she checked the time and sighed, she must have fallen asleep while using her phone, she stood up from her bed and walked down the stairs. She was hungry and decided to make herself a snack.

Just a few days away from her didn't mean she was all new and repented now. Rylee was a pure gossip lover, it was a little wonder that she was yet to own her own blog and maybe tag it 'Spilling the Damn Tea #CityLife'. Lives like mine would have made such blogs prosper, cause I was caught up in a lot of controversial situations, from my love life to my career and family and now to myself inclusive. "Nah..." I paused, not wanting to share, at least, not now. I could when I eventually eat and settle fully. I bet she would pull me by my ears when she got to hear the slightest of details, so I would need the strength to pull through.

Though I was the person featured in every photo, I had never even known they existed. My photos cause a frenzy online. "Holy crap, this is insane!" "Is this real? I like Scott. He doesn't seem like that kind of person. Is this some publicity stunt?" "Don't defend him. He's clearly a pro. The photos aren't fake." "How disgusting. I'm gonna throw up." I scrolled through page after page of vile comments, my hands trembling uncontrollably.