Rue Bennett Novels & Stories

RUE "Are you still doubting my capabilities?" Tysha asked once more. This time, I found myself at a loss for words. She began walking towards me, and I remained rooted to my spot as if glued to the ground. I watched as she stopped right in front of me, closing our distance. Looking up at me with her doe eyes, she whispered slowly, "Why don't you try me? One month, Rue Colterzon. I can assure you that within a span of a month, you'll solve your problem with asexuality."

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

Buzz him please. I will buzz him if this concerns his wife. Adela said. It is Adela... This is an emergency! Okay, okay...Sir, Ben is here. He need to talk to you asap regarding your wife. Let him in, Adela. Ben barged into Ari's office, trembling and anxious. What is it Ben? Mrs. de la Lucca just had a car accident an hour ago. Oh my God, how is she? Ari was having anxiety and did not stop cursing and yelling. Adela can hear him from the walls of his office.

The idea was more serious than the feeling that she had been sacrificed to someone's petty desire. “It is better for you to forget about the return. This beast once saw something with its own eyes, then that thing comes into my possession forever and becomes my slave.” Grass's tone was brutal. A powerful bomb had exploded on Ella's nerves. She was shaken to the core. The color faded, but in any case, she did not want to prove her weakness at that moment and make a name for herself. This sudden accident made her so strong and fearless. Encouragement to play with every danger was created. She would have been amazed at her own courage if she had considered.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

“You played your part well. The ‘sick’ sister who could not attend the Ball. The doting sibling who came to comfort her sister. But the herbs you used were not for an illness. They were to ensure Lena was the only choice presented to me. You sent her here to die.” Rue didn't cry. She didn't plead. She looked up at me, shooting me a vile look. “She was nothing,” She spat, her voice cold. “A plain, useless girl who would have spent her life hidden forever. I was the one meant for greatness. I was the one promised a crown.” I felt a surge of fury, but I kept my face like stone. “Promised by whom, Rue? By Nix? Or by my uncle, who stands so silently beside you?”

Inside the director’s office, a bespectacled man named Reno—Serena’s loyal assistant since the beginning of her career—jumped to his feet so abruptly that his chair toppled over. “M-Ms. Serena?” Reno’s voice trembled, tears welling in his eyes. “I thought… I thought you’d never come back.” Serena smiled warmly—the only genuine smile she showed that day. She gave Reno a brief hug. “Sorry for making you wait so long, Reno. Thank you for keeping this place alive in secret.”

She just glared at the camera with the weight of a thousand ignored shutter-clicks. "Listen up, you suit," she began, her voice dripping with mean, grumpy authority. "My name is Caliya Hamilton, and I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to this company." Behind the camera, out of sight of the monitors, Devi’s hand tightened into a fist. His obsession wasn't just a hobby anymore; it was a fever. She was perfect.

“You’re Ellie. My Aeliana.” She pauses, something unfamiliar flickering in her gaze. “Aeliana?” She asks, her voice low and trying. I nod, watching her lips curve into a wide, devious smile. “Oh, my name is Riley, and Aeliana is…she’s gone.” She shrugs. “Riley?” I frown. She nods, fluffing her hair. Her actions feel familiar now that I’ve heard that name. Riley Vanderbilt.

The tennis court burned under the late afternoon sun, the score tied in the final set of the mixed-doubles exhibition match. Riley Bennett wiped sweat from her brow, her athletic body glistening, long, toned legs, firm ass and sports bra hugging her full breasts. At twenty-five, she was a rising star: fast, fierce, and competitive as hell.