90's Nia Long Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t think you are in the mood to pick out a dress for tonight, so I will do it for you.” Nia riffles through the box and brings out a dress. She comes back and helps Kiara slip it over her head. It is a white silk gown with lace trimmings and long sleeves, simple and innocent, not meant to be provocating in any way. Nia finishes the looks by putting her hair up in a bun held with various hair pins. Simple stones are put in her ears. “I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself before I tell him you are ready. Sit on the bed and wait for him.”

Leaning against the wall, dragging on a cigarette like she owned the air in the room. Zia blinked, her throat dry. “Nia?” she croaked, her voice raw. “Surprise,” Nia smirked, flicking ash onto the dusty floor. “Long time, no see, huh?” Six years. Six years since Zia had seen her sister, and she looked as chaotic as ever. Nia’s jet-black hair hung in jagged waves, her eyeliner smeared like war paint. She wore a ripped tank top, jeans that had seen better days, and an expression that screamed, trouble’s here.

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, settling there as they'd always belonged. "Hey, pretty lady," a deep voice rumbled against her ear, cutting through the noise. "Isn't it boring dancing alone?" Nia's breath caught in her throat. She tilted her head, catching a glimpse of him in the flashing lights: tall, dark-skinned, muscular, with a low fade and golden eyes that blazed even in the dim club. He moved with her effortlessly, his hips rolling in perfect sync, his body molding against hers like they'd been made for each other.

Good night. Vardo watched her go, a slow grin spreading as her hips swayed in retreat. She didn't see it, didn't feel the gruesomeness of his stare tracing the curve of her ass under the pencil skirt. Unaware, Nia pushed through the doors into the night, the city's lights blurring as she hailed a cab. Back in her modest Georgetown apartment, she kicked off her shoes and poured that wine, sinking into the couch.

Not a full song. Just soft, simple chords—gentle, repetitive, like a lullaby he was making up as he went. The baby stirred again. His tiny mouth opened in a yawn. Kai kept playing. Nia appeared last. She had showered. Her hair was wet, braided loosely down her back. She wore one of Amara’s old hoodies—oversized, comforting. She stopped in the doorway. She looked at the scene. She looked at the baby. Her eyes filled instantly.

merrissa chipped in and Nicki signed. " thanks to you all, and I will really miss you guys" Nicki said and hugged them. " I will miss you fairy" merrissa said " I will miss you mermaid" Naina said also " and I will also miss you my bestie and my roomie, the only gangster in LSH" silver said dramatically and Nicki slapped her arm. " ouch!! that hurt you know" silver pouted and they all laughed......

’ she interrupted in disbelief. Andrea nodded. ‘Tiny … I didn’t shoot up until I was well into my teens.’ ‘Were you bullied too?’ ‘Of course not.’ But Elena caught a certain intonation in his dark-timbred drawl and sighed. ‘Yes, you were. I can tell.’ ‘How? With your crystal ball, bella mia?’ Long, taunting fingers explored beneath the shirt she wore and she shivered, her breath catching in her throat. He cupped a pouting breast and in coaxing its tender pink nipple to straining prominence he provoked a gasp from between her lips.

Indeed, Quen was really a boyfriend material, I know that everybody could like him. "Stop that, my girl could be jealous." He said and winked at me. "I'm still not your girl Quen, you know? Let's stop this because I want to sleep." I said then smiled at them before getting inside my folding tent. There was no internet connection here so I don't have any choice but to strum guitar. "This is Someday by Nina, a Filipino singer." I said like I feel that I was in a coffee shop performing for 20 peoples.

Jessica added, "did you hear about that dark horse from Virelia?" Jeanne nodded, stretching out her legs and lightly rubbing her knees. Those legs had never fully recovered. The doctors had saved them years ago, but the injury left its mark—aching whenever the air grew heavy and wet. "I heard," Jeanne replied evenly. "I looked into his record and watched his footage. You don't need to worry about him." The mysterious racer from Virelia had become a media obsession. He never showed his face in public, and no one had managed to capture a clear photo of him yet.