Ruth Powers Simpsons Novels & Stories

I should have gone straight to her office. Instead, I had stayed downstairs like a fool — buried in reports and endless calls — until Claire came rushing toward me, pale and breathless, whispering that Ryan Hale’s car was parked right outside the building. The blood drained from my face in an instant. God, please don’t let him touch her. She couldn’t defend herself right now. This morning she had looked so fragile — pale, exhausted, dangerously underfed. Like a single strong wind could shatter her. I had planned to contact her therapist today. The hypnosis sessions were meant to help her process the crushing grief, not push her to the brink of collapse while she single-handedly tried to save

“Enough, Zale! I told you to stop this nonsense years ago but you never listened to me---“. “And I will never listen to you. I refuse to sit around managing businesses like you when my father’s murderer is out there roaming along the roads freely!” with that Zale gets up from the dining table and walks away. “Who’s that girl? And what does she have to do with our father’s death? What’s happening, brother?” Evelyn questions. “Nothing Eve. Not now!” Christopher dismisses showing pure frustration. “Alright, calm down. I’ll go talk to Zale”.

Evelyn mom flashes back to when she conceived Brianna. Ruth was just a secondary school then, a brilliant and vibrant girl being the daughter of a teacher and her father being a factory worker made her one of the most populous girl in the village then. She is so beautiful and loved by most people until she got to the fourth grade in high school her beauty bloom more and most young men praise her for her beauty. She began to date school boys from school boys to men and she began to enjoy the praises and the little money she gets from them.

My life became ordinary and quiet. One afternoon, there were not many people in the supermarket. While I did inventory behind the cashier counter, a familiar but timid woman lingered around the entrance for a long time before she gritted her teeth and walked in. It was Ruth. She had become much more haggard than before. Dark circles stood stark under her eyes, and she wore washed-out, old clothes. She held her thin son’s hand. The boy stared at me timidly with anxiety in his eyes. “Mr. Zimmerman…”

"Madison, buying a microwave is unnecessary. Honey, you just got home today and spending your money on this pricey stuff is too much," Ruth exclaimed, horrified at their oldest spending the results of her hard work from her previous job. Madison beamed and said, "Mother, I couldn't stand it when my sisters ate cold bread in the

A glint danced in his eyes. “Tell me something,” he said. “What?” I asked. “Anything.” A part of me wanted to bask in the warmth of the moment forever. But another part knew—it was time to let him in. “Well, as you already know, my name is Ruth, Ruth Anderson. I have a degree in Agriculture. My parents were both farmers when they were alive. My mother passed away from cancer when I was eleven, and my father couldn't survive the heartbreak. He died months later.”

"BROTHER ZACK is finally back, sis Irryn!" Rhian said happily one night after that incident at my cafe. When I entered the house, I immediately saw the scenario at the dining table where Uncle Alanson, mom and Rhian were eating with Zack who seemed to be coming back after several years.

He felt it sting and then he laughed. "Relax. I am not going to eat you. Let me, please." Denver just let his wife. She comfortably staring at the night sky while leaning on to him. Sandra thought of one thing that night. Denver is not ruthless at all. Denver is a soft man too. Denver is just like that, acting firm but he is a soft person. He can be a soft person. And she can't wait to see him being soft for her. She can turn him into a soft one. She can and she will. She swear. Just be patient!

The head maid said, looking at Eve from head to toe. "Don't look at that.Just do what Mr Travis wants. She probably needs the money for her family." Butch explained. And also, she's a weird one so her family must have sent her here because they were probably fed up" Butch said, looking at Eve before whispering to the head maid. Eve just stood behind Butch silently, watching the both of them. She felt like snapping their head off, but because of what she came there to do she just had to keep mute.

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.