Rita Loud House Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her eyes dilated when she saw the building. "Wow!" She muttered in awe. No wonder Lady Lizbeth spends so much money without coughing. If her son is the owner of a building as big and beautiful as this, he must be freaking wealthy. Gathering her scattered breath, Ria made her way to the company. The inside was big and spacious. Posters of beautiful ladies whom she presumed as models adorned the wall. A large inscription of the company's name"GOOD LEGS" were engraved boldly on the wall in gold and black shade.

A woman with a press badge called out from the crowd Riley didn’t even glance at the reporter. “Laurent House private atelier,” she said, calm and confident. There was a ripple of quiet nods and impressed murmurs. The Laurent name carried weight, old money, old blood and a reputation for dominance that didn’t need proving Then Riley turned slightly toward Lydia, as if she suddenly remembered something. “Care to share who you’re wearing?” Lydia blinked, caught off guard by the attention. She cleared her throat and managed a steady voice

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE SEVENTY THEME: Dreams come true CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AT RIA ROBERT APARTMENT TWO WEEKS LATER It was time! The day to launch "RIA ROBERT COUTURE" after several weeks of setting up! The inside was what one could imagine as high decorations, white walls, windows and the huge glass entrance has Ria's designer brand "RRC" engraved on it.

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

Logan said with a chuckle, “Say no more.” Dawn got back to Rita's, eventually, with some nervousness regarding what Rita will say. It was clear from her mind link tone that the matter was serious. As Dawn knocks on the door, Rita quickly opens it, looks around, and then signals Dawn to come in. Entering the house, Rita guided Dawn to the living room, where a lovely red loveseat was positioned in front of the light-up fireplace. The loveseat and red walls were the same color, and a lamp topped each of the two tables at either end of the couch. “Rita, sorry I'm late, but I came as soon as possible, and my intuition said to get here quickly. Have you learned anything?” Dawn asks, taking a seat

This is gonna be a long investigation. --–-------------------- Riana and Clara reached Riana’s house in the woods. Her house was literally in the middle of nowhere. At least in the radius of one kilometer around her house, there was nothing but trees. Why? Because she hates socializing. Her house was nothing too fancy. It was just an ordinary two storey house. Most of the ground floor was basically a garage where her red wine-colored car stood in silence. It's on the 1st-floor where her bedroom and other rooms are.

Traveling from the resort to Madam Lyla's house took twenty minutes. Madam Lyla's house is spacious and beautiful, filled with assorted roses. More dominant are red roses because Madam Lyla likes the color red. It can be seen from her clothes, accessories, and almost all the items in her house that are dominated by red. Madam Lyla raised her hand, inviting them to come in and sit on the sofa in the center of the house facing the beach. "Sit down; I'll make some drinks for you." Riley followed Madam Lyla from behind to the kitchen. "I'll help you." Madam Lyla nodded in agreement.

The noise of the party dulled as Lila led Ryder upstairs, heels clicking over the worn wood floors of Sigma Delta. The house groaned with life, bass thumping through walls, voices echoing below, but up here, the light was dim and private, only the hum of pipes and distant music filling the space. The faint smell of beer, sweat, and cheap cologne lingered in the air. Lila looked devastating as always. Her golden blonde hair fell in glossy waves over bare shoulders, makeup smoky enough to make her blue eyes electric, short skirt flaring as she moved, flashing toned legs that could stop traffic.

She pushed her hand away, freeing herself from her harsh grasp. Nudging Ash, she said hurriedly, "Yes! Thank God. Hurry! He's waiting in the dark room." Ash paused in her track. "The dark room?!" The room hadn't been in use for a while as they don't usually get those kinds of clients. The room was almost forbidden and the other girls avoided it like the plague when one of the clients took it too far. The assigned girl ended up in the hospital for two weeks but their boss didn't care. If the client was paying enough cash, it was worth it and Ash was in the mood for some serious fetish. It was time to see what nutjob was in the room.

With a blank face, she observed Rita's sparkling hair, designer perfume, and designer dress that could have easily paid her monthly rent. Lilian wondered if Rita even knew the difference between a house and a home. Hers was a home, a cozy, lived-in one. Rita preferred houses that were cold, big, and complete — houses that dazzled but did not embrace. "I'm here to warn you to stay away from Chris," Rita said finally, crossing her legs under. Her tone was abrupt, lawyerlike, but her eyes curled up something vile. "Leave his life alone, his group of friends, the lot."