Novel Rio Novels & Stories

She turned with a huff, heels echoed on the hallway until she was gone. Unphased, Rio slammed the door shut and walked towards the fridge by the kitchen, pulling out a beer bottle. I remained standing on the side of the door, staring at his bare upper body, particularly eying the ‘a vida é Bela’ ink on his chest with the small fucking mockingbird above it. Just like Viviana’s description. Down to the birthmark on his hip and the serpent ink on his right arm. “She told you,” Rio broke the thick silence looming over us, leaning on the breakfast bar. His gray eyes throw daggered glare to where I am.

It was early in the morning, when Midnight and Paxton go out, and so the male strode, asking and throwing questions to the groggy Rio who is not surprised at his uninvited appearance. “Your coffee would get cold.” She said a free R a moment, when she could no longer stand the awkward silence that fell between the pair. “Leave it be, I have more things to worry than having a cold coffee, Ms. Buenaventura—” “It’s Rio, I told you to call me Rio.” She despised recalling that name. Not because Rio hated it, but she do not like the memories that came after. “Rio.” Ruscov corrected himself. Behind him stood Reed, who was trying to figured out something. It just that, she looks exactly the same as t

“Rio was in the army?” “What?” Mama Agness asked, stunned. She turned to the direction I was pointing. “Oh, my goodness. No. Rio is too bougie for that life. They are a carbon copy of each other, though? That’s Reign Rafe.” “Rio’s Father?” “Yes. He was in the army before he dropped out to run his father’s empire. You know, fun fact, he met the boys mum when he was stationed in the army.” She held her hand to her heart, eyes shining. “The soldier turned mafia and the poor church girl. Ahh, Beautiful love story. Am I right?”

MIDNIGHT DEL FIERRO CHAPTER 13 [Now the bunny is totally caged, imprisoned on the verge...] A warm sensation seeping through is what woke up Eve—no, her name is Rio as her shift ended, although she failed to remember what happened except of the steam shared the night before, Rio couldn’t recall anything. But how could she forget all the feelings he’d made her feel? His, provocative, tempting and wild. It’s overwhelming, anew that Rio isn’t oblivious that it could be the last time she could run into Mr. Del Fierro again. They may have spend things much closer leading intimate scenarios that one could vividly imagine heading unbearably seduction that both parched up with those touches that dro

She scoffed, “I’m offended amiga! Nunca haría eso, Rió! ¿Ya dime me que quieres saber?” (I would never do that, River! Now tell me what you want to know?) “I know, I know. Well first of all, have you ever given a guy a BJ?” I whispered that last part through my teeth. ***Find me on I.G @liz.s.bluemoon***

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

Rio said, almost apologetically. “So,” Gianna tried, “you rile me up, poke fun at me, and are a jerk at times because you like that I snap back at you? How does that make any sense?”. Rio didn’t answer, instead he hid a smile of some sort behind a hand. . TBC

I cried out and ran towards him, panic rising in my chest, “HEY! LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW! THIS IS ILLE–MMPH!” “Quiet.” Rio hissed in my ear. He’d caught me around my arms and I couldn’t move. His other hand was planted firmly on my mouth. My back met his chest, and all I could do was badly hope that this was all a dream. It all had to be a bad dream. Just what the fuck was going on? “Cristo gets jealous very easily.” Rio said behind me, dragging me away downwards down a path to the village, “He never makes up his mind about anything! It’s not my fault all the women he likes end up coming my way.”

How likely is it that the world we live in isn't simulated by someone out there? I don't know what happened, but Rio stared at me, stunned, as if he had just heard something unbelievable. I've never seen Rio's eyes waver so much. He jumped to his feet and left, no, ran away, as if something terribly terrible was chasing him right behind him. That night, Rio suddenly came to find me. He's very different. At what point, but he has something very different. Something sad. He asked me: - Ria, why would you want to give up your life?

I bitch to the morning sun, kissing my skin. Succumbing to my reality, I prop my eyes open, watching the ceiling beams. And I hear it, the snicking sound coming across the bed. Slowly, I spin my eyes there, and my blood runs cold. Sitting on the couch with his legs crossed while he rolls the hands of the broken alarm clock is… Rio. He's dressed in a pristine white shirt and black pants, looking stylish yet simple. The rolled sleeves of his shirt reveal his muscly arms. I swallow loudly, taking him in.