The Talented Mr Ripley Novels & Stories

I have better things to do. " I'm your friend, Killian, not your messenger." Raymond says, but stands up nonetheless. I stare at him from under my lashes and he rolls his eyes. " Inform the bar that I need my drink brought to my quarters too." I said to Raymond. He groans as he walks out of my quarters. Club K booms with lively music as people chatter. Most people are already drunk and I can tell by the way they look. The light on the stage beautifies the braless strippers. No matter how beautiful you're, as long as you work for me, I'll never desire you. I have standards, and my workers aren't one of them. Raymond returns later with a girl. A blonde. Slim, big breasts, and pretty. She's pro

She suddenly asked in the middle of a conversation with him. “My uncle? What does my uncle have to do with this whole conversation?” Elliot raised his brow at her and Regina quickly answered. “Well, when he came here, I saw him drenched in luxury from head to toe, but it wasn’t loud luxury, it was quiet luxury. I just want to know what he does for a living to afford all of those things.” Regina spoke. “Oh, I see, well, he has a tech business. I am not quite sure about the detail, all I know is it’s called Trident. That’s all.” He explained.

"This looks really beautiful." Just as she was about to touch it, a voice came through behind her. "What are you doing here?" "Mr. Pierce, I was..." Her eyes widened and a gulp went down her throat the moment she saw him. Aston had a towel wrapped around his waist, while he wiped his wet hair with a towel. His physique shaped and toned like a work of art took her by surprise, his defined muscles and bare chest made her nervous. Sienna found herself staring at his chest, slowly then shifting towards his waist while her feet glued to the ground.

“I understand this is a lot to take in Mr. Ripley. The last thing I want to do is disrupt your life. I think you should read the letter. Verify everything I have told you. The file has everything you need if you choose to help me. Once you confirm you are a match and make the donation the money will be given to you in whatever form you choose." Something catches her attention, she stops talking, and her whole body tenses up. Nessa, a club bunny, slides onto my lap ignoring Ailee " Hey big daddy. When you are done with the suit do you want some company?" she says running her hands down my chest to my pants. Before I can push her off or say a word to Ailee, Ailee slides out of the booth and st

Kennedy grabbed his hand, and he pulled it out of her grip, glaring at his father. Michelle took the microphone from Edward, who started to talk with Cas in hushed tones. “Due to bad choices and bad luck, Ripley Hart has struggled for most of her life. After losing her father at a young age, Ripley began acting out. As a rebellious teenager, Ripley hit her low point, and she found herself pregnant at seventeen and thrown out on the street. Thankfully, the father of her babies decided to do the honorable thing, -“ Cas ripped the microphone out of his mother’s hand.

Maria had just placed the tray of tea on the table when she heard Ellen's voice indignantly shout, "Where did this wild duck come from, who let you touch this door!" Maria was terrified, could it be... Maden stood up too, and the two of them ran to the door. Sure enough, Ripley, with a cold face and a suitcase in his hand, was standing outside the door. "Why did you come back?" Maria exclaimed. "I miss you, so come back early." Ripley leaned against the doorframe, nonchalantly assessing Ellen. Ellen turned her head to look at Maria in surprise, "Maria, you two..." "We're good, you don't have to worry." Ripley pushed Ellen away, pushed open the door, dropped her luggage, then began to take of

"Mrs. Ripley, Mr. Ripley is waiting for you in your room." "Okay, I'll head there right now." Not long after Lucy left, Chloe received a call from Tobias. "Chloe, your performance was way too outrageous. Aren't you afraid you'll become a laughingstock in the design world by announcing my wife as your mentor?" Chloe chuckled. "How would I become a laughingstock? I'm blessed to have your wife as my mentor. "Mr. Ripley, you must have saved the universe in your past life in order for my mentor to marry you. You must treat her well, or I won't let you off!"

“YOU DON’T HAVE ANY FOOD, HUH? THIS SURELY LOOKS LIKE FOOD TO ME! CEREAL! FROZEN MEALS! MILK! BUTTER! MEAT! VEGETABLES! SNACKS! THIS IS FUCKING FOOD! AND YOU DARE TO TELL OUR LITTLE GIRL THAT SHE COULDN’T HAVE SOMETHING THAT WE BOUGHT FOR HER?! OATMEAL! MICROWAVABLE MAC’ & CHEESE! CANS OF RAVIOLIS, SPAGHETTIOS, AND LASAGNA! YOU BOUGHT ALL OF THIS WITH RIP’S MONEY! NOT YOURS! BUT WE DON’T TAKE CARE OF YOU! YOU WOULD STILL BE BEING DOTED ON IF YOU HADN’T TRIED TO RUIN EVERYTHING THAT WE BUILT! YOU ARE A CUNT! RIP IS PAYING YOU A PRETTY FUCKING PENNY TO CARRY THIS CHILD, AND YOU THINK THAT WITH EVERYTHING THAT YOU’RE DOING THAT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HAVE CONSEQUENCES? HE MIGHT NOT GIVE THEM TO Y

Then she smiled brightly while giving me a knowing look. I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth and gave her a questioning look. “I heard you are pregnant,” she said. “Who told you that?” “I heard your argument last night.” “Oh...” Now I felt stupid for asking something so obvious. Ms. Miller pulled out a chair next to me and sat down. “And besides, Mr. Liam told me you're pregnant and instructed me to pay extra attention to you and take good care of you before he left.” She reached for my hands. “Ma'am, I know Mr. Liam hasn't treated you fairly in this house, but trust me when I say this: he cares about you, he just hasn't realized it yet.”

Toni and Xian both turned to him, horrified. “What?” Toni gasped. Xian began to cry as Toni pulled her into a tight embrace. Something was wrong — deeply wrong. The air was shifting. The water felt heavier. Then, as if in response to their fear, a single taunting wave slammed against the hull. Bob staggered. His breath came in sharp bursts. “Okay. Okay. Fuck!” Xian looked up at him, her face soaked in saltwater and tears. “Tony!” What none of them realized was that they were now drifting within the center of a massive tidal rip — a silent predator hidden beneath the sea. Bob knew Tony was a strong swimmer, but too much time had passed.