Adriana Lima 90s Novels & Stories

And they started dancing Kizomba lady style. "Oooh! I thought this was a workout. It looks like a dance showdown." "This is what Lila's definition of work out." "But she is good, and she makes me feel insecure with her big breast and peachy ass swaying like that." Adriana laughed. "I know, right! She makes you feel like you are flat as a table even if you are not." "Yeah, I hate to say that but yes." "That's why all ladies are intimidated by her. Not only she has a strong personality, but she also has the body that makes men's eyes pop and drools like a dog."

Dolores said, leading them toward the door. Arya exchanged a glance with Lima as they followed. "Say, Adriana," Dolores began, turning her attention to Arya. "I’ve never heard about you before. Lima never speaks of you... or anyone, for that matter." "I didn’t think you were interested in my relationships, mama," Lima said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Of course I am. What kind of mother would I be if I wasn’t?" Lima rolled her eyes again. "Who are your parents, Adriana?" Dolores asked.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

"Just imagining you in a white smock. Looking like Adriana Lima in the hallways doing her rounds." I scoffed and turned off my laptop. I'd been skimming a Microbiology e-book and some medical journals for our next assessment. My last functioning brain cells were already complaining, more than eager to call it a night. "I dunno why you keep saying I look like her. I don't." "You do, hon. Except you have green eyes. And she's got blue eyes like Enzo." "Mom, we don't look alike. Get real." Adriana Lima was of course way hotter.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

To which Alisha replies "It's all thanks to Adi bhaiya/brother. Arjun's elder cousin made it possible, you would have known his name. He is quite a big businessman, Aditya Hooda." Zoya pauses and mumbles "Aditya Hooda" She gets some flashes of a burned house, two dead bodies with white clothes, a man on a bridge and court. Zoya was standing in her balcony and behind her Mehak was sleeping, she was staring at the moon then says "I told you, We want it or we don't want it, we accept it or deny it but our fates tied us together." "I hope it would be a pleasure to meet you again Mr. Aditya Hooda."