Rhea Ripley Wattpad Novels & Stories

“Come on, buddy.” Ira took a step forward. She knew he wouldn’t want to take that outstretched hand because he hated to touch people, but his fists were clenching and unclenching just the same. “I said no!” Ru raised her hands up, suddenly remembering she had handled this particular Reaper pretty well on her own before. She hadn’t even tried out her powers in days and wasn’t sure if she could do it under the circumstances, but she’d try. “Ru, if it’s not tonight, it’ll be another night. Or another student.”

“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.”

"My father's killer is still out there. Whoever framed Ghost Wolves for his murder is still operating. If I abandon this investigation now, I might never get another chance to find the truth." "And if your mate dies while you're chasing shadows?" The question hit harder than I wanted to admit. "Then fate made a mistake giving her to me. Or I'm making a mistake letting her die. Either way, I need to focus on what I can control." I returned my attention to the financial records, but concentration was impossible. The mate bond kept pulling at me, Racheal's presence a constant distraction. I could feel her moving through underground passages. Running. Hiding. Carrying something she considered mo

Fear and disbelief was over Stella's face while Lucian seems more interested in know more about who I'm talking about “She's someone I met at heaven's gate, she's stuck there because she has grudges to resolve. She has the exact same eyes and a more beautiful brown hair, nice shape and Yes! Her sweet voice too” “Really? You made friends in the afterlife?” she furrowed her brow in disbelief “Just few of them, but Riya stood out because her story was sad and touching” I made a sad face, shaking my head from side to side. Like the thought of her was making me sad.

"This. this cannot be real." Rhea's voice trembled, her fingers following the faded ink of her mother, Lira's, journal. The words blurred, but the horrifying reality stood out clear. "Four mates. Just like me." Ash squatted beside her, his usual stern face etched with concern. "What is it, Rhea? What did you find?" Zane leaned in, his eyes carrying a seldom seriousness. "More of your mother's 'special' recipes, Mooncrest? Or something half useful?"

I shot Artavius a look, waiting for him to explain, to deny their words, but he just stayed silent while it took all my strength to just stand there. “H-How?” A small voice managed to escape inside me. “You’re not even mates,” I blurted out. “Rhea, I know this is a shock. It just so happens that one of the trials happened near the Eastern Academy where I have been studying. Artavius and I often met together, and things happened.” “Things happened?” I scoffed, the words tasting like acid. “Brielle you’re literally pregnant! That doesn’t just happen.”

The TV murmured low in the background—some animated wolf show with implausibly large eyes. “Hey, warlord,” Rhea said without looking up. “You’re on three different news loops and one particularly unhinged fan edit set to dramatic piano.” Lyra dropped her bag on the small table by the door, toeing off her shoes. “Anything creatively slanderous?” she asked. “They’re trying.” Rhea flicked her thumb. “So far it’s mostly people arguing over whether ‘Blessed Luna’ having a secret pup makes her more relatable or more dangerous. Opinions are… varied.”

It was then I knew that Rhea was the reason Tyler's father doesn't like me. Rhea forced me to write a suicide note and then asked the man to kill me. I would rather die fighting than to be killed like a chicken. I fought the man that I almost pulled out his collarbone, dipping my claws into his shoulder. That should leave him a scar. Seeing that I had injured the man, Rhea joined him and she slashed my throat with her claws before jumping into the sea. I saw how I breathed my last breath and my eyes opened to reality

When they left the 15th floor, the staff started gossiping again. "She’s a Ripley." "She’s Albert Ripley’s daughter." "I worked for R. I for almost a year and this is the first time I’ve seen Miss Ripley." "R.I employees, is it true that she’s mean?" When Chloe heard that they started gossiping again she shouted and said, "Ms. Ripley hates people speaking behind her back. If you love your job, stop gossiping and start doing it." * *

she cried, tears pouring down her face. Suddenly, she felt a tightness in her chest. Her breathing became ragged. A sharp pain shot through her body, and she began coughing violently. Blood spilled from her lips, her nose, and ears. Her body convulsed as her heart raced uncontrollably. Within moments, she collapsed beside her family, lifeless. The yard fell silent once more, the sun casting eerie light over the tragic scene. ---- Rhea was grateful it was the weekend. Work had been exhausting, and she needed a break—but that wasn’t the only reason she was glad for a free day. She had another mission in mind.