Rolli And Rita Novels & Stories

"Humph!" Rita rolled her eyes and a deep scowl emerged on her face. Loreen smiled widely and walked closer to her. "I want you to repeat what you said before." She grinned at Rita with her eyes narrowed into a thin line and placed her hands behind her back. Rita fluttered her eyes in bewilderment and scrutinized her from head to toe. She slightly shook her head, and a smirk made its way to her lips. "What? You think I am-" She had just parted her lips to speak, but a hand suddenly grabbed her fiercely by the hair, and before she could anticipate what would happen next, her forehead was furiously banged on the steel counter, followed by crazy laughter.

I sighed and looked at Makaila. "So where were we..." I leaned in again. She smiled and leaned closer to. Just as our lips were about to meet again.... "If you guys need anything, like condom...." Rita popped her head in with a big goofy smile on her face. "RITA!!!" We both snapped at her. She laughed as she finally left us alone. She's hella Crazy. ***** Makaila's POV

Her authenticity and vulnerability touched the hearts of many, igniting a spark of hope and possibility within each listener. As Rita's message spread, the village began to awaken. People started questioning their own lives, beliefs, and the possibilities that lay beyond their current circumstances. They saw in Rita a reflection of their potential and were inspired to embark on their paths of growth and self-discovery. Together with the villagers, Rita initiated various community projects and gatherings that fostered unity and personal development.

she complained. "Stop exaggerating Ella, the man is only making sure his wife and child are healthy. I want a husband already," Rita said dreamily. "Oh please Rita, you've got one directly under your nose, if only you'd just give the poor guy a chance," Ella replied. "I agree with Ella, give him a chance." "I don't know what you guys are talking about," Rita denied. "Cut the act already Rita, we all know that Rob is head over heels for you, why don't you give him a chance?" I asked.

Rita muttered, a scowl twisting her botox-filled, surgically perfected face. “But it doesn’t matter now. Laura is getting married to Luciano, and once again, everything will turn in our favor. Rosa will be out of our lives… hell, she won’t even be in this world anymore. She’ll be rotting in hell.” Rita’s eyes gleamed with cunning as her teeth clenched in hatred. “God, Rita, you’re savage. You hate that girl just as much as your daughter does,” Alberto chuckled darkly. Rita joined him, then shot him a sharp look. “Don’t tell me you’ve started caring for her.”

“And this is my—” Before I could finish, Rita cut in. “I’m Rita, Olivia’s prostitute sister.” She smiled and offered her hand. “If you’re lucky, I might sleep with you for free this weekend. By the way,” she looked at Gabe, “did you check how much I charge per session? Did you tell your friend the rates?” Her voice held no smile, only raw hurt. With that, Rita walked off toward the house. Silence fell, broken only by the water lapping at the shore and the wind whistling in our ears.

Rita smiled when she saw him, happy that he was here. She was dressed in a black turtle neck gown over brown boots. Her hair was packed into a loose ponytail which made her look younger. "Gosh! You're really beautiful", Rodrigo said when they were out of ear short. He dragged her to a corner, slamming his lips on hers. Rita moaned, gripping his jacket. She would never get tired of his kisses and she couldn't wait at the many adventures they would have on this journey. "Let's go before my parents walk in on us", she giggled.

“Oh, but it is. And it’s about to go viral. Rita—that name ring any bells?” My throat tightens. I stare at the frozen image on the screen. Rita. The news anchor’s voice from the clip begins to play, crisp and merciless. “Sources confirm that Aaron King facilitated the sale of Rita M., a twenty-one-year-old woman, to the Italian mafia. Photographic evidence shows the handshake finalizing the deal…” “No!” I gasp, shaking my head violently. “He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—”

But when I was about to open my mouth and give an explanation, Paul interfered and saved the situation. - Miss Rita is quite fine. She is taking a relaxing trip with my wife Gloria. They are in Venice. - Venice? Nice, but did you keep in touch with her? - Of course doctor! You wouldn’t believe it but actually Rita is my fiancée - No way! Congratulations. I was wondering why you aren’t with her but then you are a man of the show so you must have performances. - Exactly. But she is not alone, she is in great company.

I took out the black slides Armando bought, Bella eyed me suspiciously before moving her feet away. Bella's POV Leo placed me on one of the chairs as Rita made her way to me. "Hey Rita," I greeted. "Hi," she breathed. I felt Leo's presence besides me and said, "Oh, this is Leo, Leo, this is Rita." "Soon to be fiancee," Leo whispered loudly winking at Rita. When she looked at me with a raised eye brow, I just shrugged ignoring the slight burn in my cheek. "I wanted to talk to you," I said looking at her.