Novel & Cerita Rhea Supergirl

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

“Okay bestie, I'm fine now…don't worry”Rhea said over the phone talking to Sia who called her immediately she reached home and now Rhea who just finished her shower wearing a towel around her body said as she sat down in front of the mirror and looked her bottle of lotion

looks like, a girl with mocha skin, icy blue eyes, and perfect curls strolls in like she owns the place. "You must be Kaia," she says. Her voice is melodic but confident, not sugary. "I’m Rhea. I’ll be your school babysitter for the week." "I don’t need babysitting." She smirks. "Good. Then we’ll get along fine."

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.

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 order as I glance back at the crack once more before I turn and begin walking towards where I can feel Rhea, as both Antonio and Benigno follow, keeping the dome around me so I don’t need to put my oxygen back on. It’s not even a minute later when I hear Rhea speak. “You cannot pass. Mi Rey has not invited you here,” she says just as she comes into view. I can see a bit of an outline of a woman from behind her, one with long blond hair which is currently pinned back. What is she doing here? “And neither have I commanded you to stop her,” I say quietly. Rhea turns to me and I cock a brow. “I will handle her myself.” She lowers her head, moving aside, and that’s when Kataleya comes into full

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the devastation on Ash’s face, and every time she opened them, the silver light in her veins grew brighter, colder, and more demanding. "It feels like I’m disappearing," Rhea whispered. She looked at her hands. The skin was translucent, the silver veins pulsing like lightning caught in a bottle. "I remember being a girl who liked the smell of the morning rain. Now I just want to taste the dark. I want to feel the cold of the Cradle."

Maria says, touching the glass. “My name is Rhea,” a dark-haired girl said, getting to her feet. “This is my brother, Benson.” She points to the young man sitting beside her. “I have an elemental power.” She points to the glass of ice, and it quickly melts and begins to boil. “Fire?” Maria asks touching the glass. Rhea nods her head.

"You're not doing this, Kaelan!" Rhea's voice rang out, sharp and defiant, cutting through the tense silence that had blanketed the dimly lit cave. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I won’t let you throw your life away like this!"

“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.”