Bu Rina Novels & Stories

Avery asked giggling despite the amount of tension she was experiencing. "Well you know, though you and I are almost different in everything but here, we are the same, I don't like any strings attached. So yes that's what I do. One night stand." Rina said proudly. Suddenly Rina's phone started to vibrate and she picked it up. "Oh he is here! Stay right here I need go get him or he'll have to stand in the line." She said and stood up. "Stay here? Am I a kid or something!?" Avery yelled as Rina walked away.

Their faces were cold and hard. One of them stepped forward. Her hair was white like snow, her lips were red and her nails too long. "So," she said, eyes not leaving me. "This is the one who stabbed Dante." I said nothing. The other girls were quiet. Lily ran to my back, peeking at them. The woman walked around me and looked at Lily for a very long while, before moving her face back to Zara and Mira. "I'm Rina. I run the east wing." She stopped in front of me. "You're trouble." I swallowed, looking away from her. She turned to the girls and nodded again.

Chapter Fifty-Five Rina was having a full body massage, when she received the call from Claudia. "Miss Rina, you have to come in quick! That red haired bitch had appeared again!" This piece of news caused Rina to scowl fiercely at the masseuse, who was working on her body at that moment. The poor woman quickly removed her hand from her body and shied away from her in fright as Rina sat up on the massage table, her cell phone clutched tightly to her ear.

she stretched out her right hand for a handshake. Huh? Rina was taken aback, wasn't it introduction Zaina just finished? Well, she shrugged and did her bidding. "I'm Rina," she replied shortly, returning the handshake. "I have actually met you before," she said, her perky eyes glittering. "Huh?" She mouthed. "I guess you are making a mistake or something, how could I have possibly met you? In Kuru? Ahh baby, I'm sorry it is not me," she shook her head as she talked.

Rina laughed at the absurdity of the situation, coupled with the fact that even after everything Finn had said and done to her, she’d still believed in the personality he’d shown to her all those years before it got bad. Or could that all have been a lie? Hugging herself from her stylish black trench coat, Rina walked down to the bus stop after her house, as she’d been doing since she got kicked out of her own home. Traffic was slow today, so she sat on the bench, waiting for a cab to come along. The wind played with her hair, carrying it in its arms, as it created a rhythm and steps for the luxurious shine to make. Rina pushed a stray strand behind her ears, but it was only a matter of time

And it’s like my entire body erupts in goosebumps as he floats right into me – and through me! Three hundred and sixty degrees around us, all the videos freeze. Next, the monitors show people doing things backwards, chirping like chipmunks and getting noticeably younger and shorter as the days tick by. But the one common thread running through all these scenes, directly or indirectly, is Septimus’s object of affection. Rina, that’s her name, short for Oriana. I learn this instinctively yet again, or perhaps through telepathy from Septimus. Rina is a Catholic Italian woman who’s a girly girl outside but harbors a secret obsession with rock ‘n’ roll and heavy metal.

Especially to her. "It's fine. He's your mate. Don't...worry about it." I clear my throat, feeling a bit awkward. Alina let out a little laugh, looking a bit relieved. "Good, cause, staying away is hard." She sighs and throws herself back onto the bed. With her legs still over the edge, she stares up at the ceiling with a contented smile on her lips. She's truly beautiful. Fair skin, no scars, blonde hair that seems soft to the touch. Brown eyes with a little glimmer in them. A good example of someone who's been taken care of.

There was nothing. Spotless. Raine was a person that looked expensive. I was one to notice what she was wearing just like everyone else, but I saw the wandering of her eyes. When she knew she was right, and had a ground to stand tall on, she never blinked. When she was uncomfortable, she'd roll her eyes before breaking eye contact. Many people would take that as Raine shrugging them off, but he from what he could gather, it was something that she did to hide her self consciousness.The truth it, she didn’t know how to react, and the rolling of her eyes, was the one thing that would get her out of whatever situation she was in.

Rubina tried to argue. "Rubina, you can't be serious! Rubens is nothing like that jerk!" I warned her. "I won't let you run away, not this time, for your own good!" "Wait, are you talking about running away, like really running away?" Boris asked. "Packing bags and taking off? Oh no, Rub, that's nonsense, sorry!" "You don't know, Boris!" she complained. "Oh, but I'll tell him! This idiot here had a disappointment and since then she's been running from everything. That's why she went to live in Australia, because she was running away," Raina gave the short version.

Towards lunch break, from the open door of the study, Mrs. Rina seemed to be fully concentrated in front of the computer screen. Several silvery strands adorned her left loose hair. Reading glasses perched sweet in the middle of the nose bridge. The leader remains elegant in her long-sleeved white shirt. She draped her blazer on the back of the chair. “Excuse me, Ma'am,” Kalyana said, knocked on the door of the study. Bu Ani turned her gaze towards Kalyana. “What's up, Na?” she asked. “Come on, come on, sit down!” she asked, nodding at the empty chair in front of her desk.