Tante Rita Novels & Stories

She then nodded with a smile. Rita was African American too. She was dark in complexion and had long big single braids that fell past her butt. Whenever she walked, the strands swayed from side to side. She had a nose ring too, a septic. And oh, was she sassy! Sassy but sweet sassy. Hunter found that attractive about her. “Rita down with it, so if you're really serious then let's do it.” Zahn said. She wasn't smiling. “But I don't wanna feel your hands, bro.”

Rita's sudden appearance and audacious words left Daphne confused and enraged. The latter stormed up to Rita and seethed, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you come in here and insult me?" Rita was young, beautiful, and boasted an excellent figure. Daphne indeed had nothing on her. Smoothly taking off her shades, Rita flashed Daphne a wry smile and said, "It's fine if you don't know me. I'm already very well acquainted with your husband anyway."

"I am just concerned. Leave the work to some people you trust for now, and take care of yourself." A sigh escaped my lips as her fingers got to my shoulders, helping me release some of the tension there. "And I got to talk to Rita." "Who is Rita?" I asked, turning to her in confusion. "She is one of the girls you were investigating. She has a very strong case against Anthony, and she is ready to help when called upon." I peeled her hands away from my shoulders and pulled her forward, before making her sit on my laps. "You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?"

She could already feel that weird feeling in her stomach, her cheeks were getting hot. "I'm Rita, nice to meet you", she said shyly. She had to get her shit together because she wasn't really a shy person. She's a bold, refined and intelligent woman who knows how to find her way around situations, especially situations with guys. "Omari, that's a rare name, are you Arabian?"

“I—I don’t know understand. How did you even know about that?” “Oh, I know a lot of things,” Rita said lightly. “You should probably tell them not to bother. I doubt that partnership’s going to happen anymore.” The color drained from the woman’s face. “And why,” she asked carefully, “would that be?” Rita’s smirk widened. “Because I’m Rita Lane. Heiress of Lane Enterprises.” The silence was so loud I could hear the clock ticking on the wall. The headmistress’s jaw dropped slightly, and one of the parents actually gasped.

she says as she evaluates him. “What do you want him to spin around for you?” Sarah teases her, she seems to be excited by all of this. Darren is the only one who laughs at her joke and even spins around. This makes Rita purse her lips. She already doesn’t like him. “I’m Sarah, Rita the roommate’s better half.” She says, her tounge literally in her cheek as she hooks her arm around Rita’s neck. Darren shakes her hand too.

Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." He said with a smirk on his lips" "I hate you". Chantelle said. He slaps Chantelle leaving her shocked and stunned. But she's also filled with anger, and she's tired of being mistreated. She decides that she's not going to take it anymore. She looks her uncle in the eyes and says, "I'm not going to let you treat me like this anymore. I'm not going to let you control my life. I'm going to do what I want to do, and I'm going to make something of myself." They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party.

No crusty dishes. Not a sound. Not a soul. Not a damn pin. I stormed outside, breathing hard. My head spinning. I crossed the street, headed for the old neighbor. Mrs. Rita. The nosy one. Big glasses, bigger mouth. Always in everybody’s business. She was out front, watering her dry-ass plants. “Hey, Ms. Rita,” I called, forcing a smile. She squinted at me. “You’re one of Katarina’s friends, right? You brought her food that time.”

“Are you a princess before?” “Don’t mind Rita she’s just jealous” Rita? T.B.C

They were poor, but they had a peaceful life. There was a woman named Rita Schwartz in Dundeeville. She was a renowned beauty who was well known in the nearby villages. She married a man in Dundeeville two years ago. About a year ago, Rita’s husband left home to become a soldier. Later on, he died on the battlefield. Rita became a widow since then. Since Rita was beautiful and recently widowed, she was coveted by many gangsters in nearby villages. After her husband died, some gangsters in the village attempted to force themselves on Rita, but she fought back fiercely. In the end, these gangsters didn’t succeed in their plot.