Ronnie Banks Novels & Stories

Milla walked away. "Wait a minute, Ronnie. I'm still talking to you!" "And I'm not." Ronnie continued inside the mansion and Renz did nothing but follow the woman. He couldn't help but observe her plump seat, the narrow core of her waist. He knew it was wrong and the timing was completely inappropriate but her body reacted to her-the way it did only to her. He continued to observe silently. Ronnie didn't speak, just rummaged through the mansion's belongings. She also looks very familiar to the places; Rollin owns it and that's no wonder. Ronnie has entered several of Rollin’s mansions because she is the mysterious mercenary.

Ronnie didn't know what possessed him but he wanted to keep the conversation going and it also helped him take his mind off Dario. Ronnie and the woman walked side by side, the only sound between them was the soft shuffle of their footsteps. He couldn't help but notice her stylish designer clothing and it was apparent to him that she came from a privileged background. As they arrived at a vending machine, she reached into her purse and retrieved enough money to purchase two cans of Coke. She handed one of the cans to Ronnie as she introduced herself with a warm smile. "Caitlin."

The office itself smelled of mildew and unwashed fur, making Ronnie’s stomach feel even more queasy. This was Ronnie’s first time in Silverside; Erick drove them there because Ronnie needed some time to reflect on everything before actually seeing her mother. She spent the car ride playing everything over in her head. Such as what more she was going to say to her mother that hasn’t already been said and preparing for what her mother had to say to her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Boris asked, dangling the keys to the cell room. Ronnie wasn’t sure about anything, but she knew she needed to do this. She nodded and took in a deep breath as Boris shrugged and unlocked the door to the wome

Ronnie, quiet and withdrawn the past few days, hoped Mitch understood her explanation that she had a lot on her mind. Her mind was boggled with accepting that her aunt had committed a federal crime, blackmailed someone, used the money to update and renovate the B&B, maybe other things as well. It was time. The next morning, Ronnie rolled her suitcase into the sheriff's outer office. It was quiet, and stale burnt coffee wafted in the air. Mitch stepped out of his office.

She said almost in tears "Nothing will happen to her Ronke," Dad said while petting her "I know the God am serving won't allow anything to happen to her," "Amen Mum. But mum, where did the hyperative Mrs Banks go to?" I asked smiling mischievously "Abeg (please), my doctor warned me that if I want to live long, I should be concious of how I react to bad situations. So Miss Banks, this Mrs Banks here want to be present on your wedding day, carry my grandkids, even my great grandkids and also take care of Mr Banks." She said finally while she kissed her husband

Her eyes widened to her temples, and sweat broke in her cleavage and backline when she saw who's sitting beside her vanity table like a king Roonie Banks! He's resting back on the chair, both arms on the armrests, and his head is tilted. His outfit is totally black, defining him boldly He looks like a newly crowned devil. That sardonic smirk is intact on his face as he watched her pale out in fear. She gets scared? Good, maybe she's not the wonder woman he qualified her to be after all. Pearl tried to shoot him with the taser, but the thing won't work.