Gigi Rivera Gif Novels & Stories

“You were almost... human.” “Almost?” “Yes.” She gestured toward him lazily. “You smiled, you spoke normally, you even laughed once.” Reagan frowned slightly. “I laugh.” “No, you don’t.” “I do.” Rivera shook her head. “That sound you occasionally make is not laughter.” “I will make a note to improve my performance.” “You should,” Rivera said and rested her chin in her hand tiredly. “If you acted like that more often, people might stop looking like they’re about to faint whenever you enter a room.”

Gigi almost cried in front of her, she was not getting her point across as she needed to so, as she always did, she gave up. "Then don't waste your time sitting down with a piece of shit like me" Gigi's voice started trembling and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying. Liz's words hurt more than any other person to her. Was she a shitty person for wanting to give her a chance to live her life without her?

She checked out the time and winced, it's been about twenty minutes since the dismissing time, what the hell could be keeping him? She shrugged and continued surfing when a lady walked up to her. "Hi", the lady greeted and she snapped her head up, to behold one of the GI girls, what's this one name again? …Gigi, yes Gigi. "Oh hi", she said and tucked her hair behind her ear. Gigi smiled. "You are here", she said and Rina wondered if it was rather a question or a statement. She nodded anyway. "Yeah, anything?", her eyes flickered. Gigi smiled.

"Yes, please. Keep pumping that nectar straight into me." A muffled growl vibrates around the appendage crammed down Zayn's throat. "Forget the expedition goals. This beats every promotion I ever chased.” Javier chuckles. “Gigi, the way your body changes feels custom-made for this. Scott, keep using your tongue exactly like that, and I might actually pass out when I come.”

Why does Javier still look at me as though I’m a man? Gigi tugged at the collar of her shirt and took a look inside before she angrily pounded on her steering wheel. “Flat-chest my foot! That’s such a huge accusation! Although I’m just an A-cup, they’re not flat! I’m still young, so they can still grow!” Gigi mumbled for a while longer before she started back up again. Three seconds after she hit the road again, the black GTR appeared once again and carried on tailing her Maserati.

When they clapped, the students followed enthusiastically. Even Summer clapped for herself. She was proud because she had managed to give a good "performance". Only Gigi clapped lazily. She was forced to do it because she was afraid of being questioned by the teacher. And actually, she had always been lazy to clap for others. She only wanted herself to be the center of attention. Besides, Gigi also never liked hearing other children praised by the teacher, except for River. She liked that boy. If River was presenting something or getting praised, Gigi would clap the loudest. She wanted River to know that she was his number one supporter.

I reach my door and quickly wipe my face. Fix my lips into something that might look like a smile. Because I don't want Gigi suspecting anything and digging for answers. I don't even have the strength for that. I knock and the door flies open. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Gigi gasps. Her eyes go wide, lips stretching into a wicked grin. “YOU DID IT!” I try to smile. “Yeah, Gigi…” She claps. “Awnnnn, my girl finally satisfied her cravings.”

Someone screams as brown water gushes from the statue, then in the middle of it all, the ground mysteriously burst into flames. A girl bumps into Riviera, causing some blue drink to spill on Garcia's all-white bathing suit. "What the hell." Garcia pushes at Riveria. "Don't push me." Riviera pushes her back. "I know you saw that girl bumping into me." "You have been jealous of me since you got here." Gracia pushes her again. Riveria laugh in her face, "jealous? Of what? Because you have nothing I want, not your face. Not your hair or outdated clothes."

“So… consider this a tip for a job well done. Goodbye.” His brows furrowed. “Wait—what?” I forced a smirk, masking the awkward knot in my stomach. “You don’t have to be shy about it. Even call girls don’t usually admit what they do, so there’s no need to be ashamed.” For a moment, he just stared at me. Then his expression shifted — disbelief, irritation, and something darker flickering behind his eyes. “You think I’m a gigolo?” he asked slowly, his voice low and dangerous now.