Tante Rita Novels & Stories

It looks like a real family lives here. “Tanya, come with me.” Bryce guides me around the corner into another room that looks like a drawing room. Standing there is the staff. “Everyone, I want you to meet Tanya. She will be staying with us for a while.” They all nod, then an older Latino woman steps forward. “Nice to meet you, Miss. My name is Rita. I’ll be your cook.” “You can call me Tanya.” I notice that she gives Bryce a look as if she’s asking if it’s okay. I turn in time to see Bryce give her a nod. She looks back at me with such sadness.

"Maybe we shouldn't even be calling her Rita." After asking the old lady, Nick made another phone call and had the helicopter they had taken earlier come back. They returned to the fishing village and asked around until they found out where Rita's house was. It was only then that they learned that Rita was indeed a twin, and that her sister had been a vegetable for many years before waking up, but she was still bedridden. However, the one lying in bed was Rita and the one going by the name Rita was actually Ria...

While it was a club for mobsters, every worker at the club either knew how to fight or was a mobster too except Amy. “Girl your moves are insane everyday. You’re gonna have to teach me how to booty clap, I’ll charge extra to have to do that on a D yunno.” Rita said sassily while attending to one of the mobsters. Rita is a known whore in the club but Amy liked her cause of her kind heart. She has always been nice to Amy. “I’ll charge you 50$ to teach you that, baby” Amy winked at her and they both laughed. The customer Rita was attending to suddenly grabbed her breast, squeezing it so hard making her to moan softly and Amy shook her head. When he was done he threw a bundle to her and walked a

Rita The farmhouse kitchen was bathed in the soft blue light of dawn, the scent of rooibos tea and drying biltong filling the air. Rita cupped her mug between her palms, letting the warmth seep into her skin as her grandmother stirred honey into her own cup. "Tell me more about your friends," Gogo said in Zulu, her voice gentle but probing. Rita smiled, recounting Freda’s sharp wit, Pru’s eerie talent for reading objects, and even Deidre’s dramatic flair—though she carefully omitted the vampire’s penchant for dropping century-old trauma like it was small talk.

“Wow,” Luna said as soon as Moira walked far enough away. “That was…. amazing.” Rita shrugged, she sipped her champagne. “Thanks.” “How did you do that?” Luna asked, staring at Rita like she was a mini goddess. “I speak bitch,” Rita replied, turning her head to look at Luna, she smiled at her friend. “I had lots of practice at my old job. When I realized those assholes at Crasters were not going to be letting up on me anytime soon seeing as I was the only woman in a male-dominated company, I had to get creative.”

Nani asked with a smile. "They go on picnics?" he asked. "Yes, the other day they took me out on a picnic. I think they were just being nice" she shrugged. "And what about Rita?" "She is nice, but something seems off" Nani observed. "Something like what?" "The Rita I know now is very different from the one I knew who mated Rafaele and never let me hear the end of it." "Well she is different now almost like she switched her personality. But anyways it's all for three better, isn't it?" Jax asked her.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

I said, taking the glass but not drinking. ​"You shouldn't have to keep having them, though." Rita sipped her wine, her eyes tracking me over the rim. Her voice dropped softer, taking on a shy, almost sisterly tone. "Can I ask you something? Just... sister to sister?" ​"Sure." ​"How do you actually do it? Like... land these people?" Rita asked, leaning in closer. "I've been trying so hard to get noticed at work, and absolutely nothing sticks. And you just keep pulling in these massive, untouchable names. I guess I just wondered if maybe you could help me figure out how. I want to climb too, you know? I don't want to just be the sister everyone constantly compares you to."

"You don't read romance." "How do you know?" "The look on your face when you read the title." "What look?" "The look men make when they're trying to seem neutral about something that makes them uncomfortable." She tilted her head. "Am I wrong?" "Slightly." She laughed. It was unexpected—full and uninhibited, nothing performed about it. "I'm Rita. I work at the diner, but I spend all my tips here." "Axel." He offered his hand. "Club member. Delivery driver today."

“Oh, Kiks. You don’t give that man enough credit. He loves you. You should talk to him. He deserves to know.” “Does he?” I mumbled, rubbing my belly. “Because yesterday he said an Alpha with his fated mate is stronger. Apparently, his wife doesn’t make the cut.” Tia ignored my bitterness and flipped through her chart. “Speaking of the new addition,” she said, “Rita came in yesterday.” My head snapped up. “She what?” “Yeah,” Tia said, lowering her voice. “Rita, she refused to let any doctor touch her. She screamed, cried, totally lost it. It took three nurses to calm her down. But guess what?”