90s Nia Long Novels & Stories

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.

They have been classmates since they are in nursery, and he treats him like a brother. He just smiled at what Nathan said. Yes, he might be playing with girls but this friend of he changes girlfriends every now and then just like shirts. He isn’t surprised though. Aside from having good looks, Nathan is also part of the school’s basketball them so there are really lots of girls chasing him and wanting to get his attention. Well, just like now, every girl is looking at her as if wanting to devour both of them. They treat them as if they are both gift for women.

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.

“Of course.” “Did he make him kneel?” “Yeah. The whole nine yards.” “What does that even mean?” Nia flicks the back of my head. “Don’t you pay attention in Human Linguistics at all? “Not often. Do you?” Nia shrugs and peels off her gym shirt, no hesitation, no rush. Nia has a great body, and she flaunts it. Sometimes when she catches a ranked female watching, she slaps her own ass. “Mr. Riley is hot.” She winks. “If I was gonna go human, I’d hit it.”

She looked so beautiful and attractive, drawing me in like a magnet and nails. For a long time, I watched Sienna's geisha, studying her movements, listening deeply to her voice and the way she played her musical instruments. There was no mistaking. This was Nagisa, Lorelei's front man. A.K.A the Poison Lotus.

“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.”

Diana’s gaze moved first, scanning the path beyond the gazebo, her eyes narrowing slightly. Then I saw her. Nala Longman. She walked toward the gazebo with the kind of confidence women carried when they believed the world had already decided they would win. She was dressed perfectly, expensive fabric, tailored fit, hair styled as if she had stepped out of a magazine shoot rather than into a palace garden.

Ngunit halatang nag-aabang sa labasan ang mga multong ligaw. Anong pakay nila sa babaeng yun? At ano ang bagay na pinapaingatan ng kanyang mga magulang... Sa isang kisapmata... Nakaharap ako sa likuran ni Kiara.. Kiara ang pangalan niya... ...na parang minsan ko ng narinig. Malalim ang tulog niya... Maingat ko siyang binuhat at hiniga sa kama niya.

Deep down, I know Rob"s full of shit, and at the same time, I believe I’m a lazy fat-ass, and everyone thinks so. The text comes an hour later. Nova Jane, baby, I’m sorry I’m so hard on you. I need you to help me. I can’t do it by myself, and I get so stressed out. If you just help me out a little, we can get back to the way things were. I miss us. I miss how good we used to be together.

he tried to continue but Nina quickly cut him short. “Marcus,” she called, trying to keep her voice steady. “We need to talk, I didn't call you to hear any of your funny stories. Can we meet somewhere outside the city?” There was a pause on the other end. “All right,” Marcus said finally. “Just text me the address.” Nina quickly suggested a quiet park on the outskirts of town, a place she knew would be relatively secluded. Marcus agreed, and they set a time for the following day. The next morning, Nina dressed carefully, choosing simple but elegant clothes that made her feel confident. She told no one where she was going, not even Henry. This was something she needed to handle alone.