Party In The Cia Lyrics Novels & Stories

Cia still misses him until now. ***

Lord Jin suddenly asked us. "Yes, my lord." We answered at the same time. I just nodded yes even though I didn't know what that war angel was. My god, maybe that's a real angel! Then we will find it. I want to be able to sing I wanna party! I wanna samba! I wanna party! I wanna samba! I wanna party and live my life........ I wanna party and fllyyyyyyyy...... Ehem, that's the soundtrack of RIO if you are familiar.

, Alex shouted back at them eyeing Kiya from the corner of his eyes. Jake turned on the music system and gave high-five to Liza. "And on, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive And on, I can fly, I can fly, I can fly And on, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive And I'm loving every se cond Minute, hour, bigger, better, stronger, power " #thatPOWER Song by will.i.am started blasting in the background, Anisha let out a big scream before swaying her hips to the beat.

I’ve to do what I can to ensure Alicia doesn’t bug her, especially now she’s a member of the faction. “The…party,” she starts, her eyes finally on mine. “What was the ‘clan’ talk about? Is it some kind of a cult…?” Here comes the question. My eyes fixate on hers, lips parting to spill something in response, but I don’t know what to say. “That? Oh, it’s…uh…” Now, I’m stuttering. Laura cocks her brow at me, silently probing for an answer. “It’s more like…” I try again, but the loud blaring of my phone interrupts me, saving me the stress of lying again.

“Whatever.” Elora looked at her. Looked at me. Said nothing but communicated an entire paragraph. Camila helped herself to a spot beside me and the three of us stood there and watched the party move around us without saying much. The song changed to something with more life in it, heavy bass, and a hip-hop beat that pulled half the room to their feet. People yelled in recognition, drinks raised, some of them already singing along before the first verse hit. “Who is that,” Elora said. “Who is that kissing your stepbrother?”

she asked. Godrick nodded and looked at her. “Yeah. You like it?” Ciara nodded vigorously. “Yes! But I only know one song. It was Scott who introduced them to me.” “Ooh, that’s a good start. If you like Def Leppard, then you have good taste in music.” Then Godrick pressed something on the screen and the song grew louder. “What songs do you know?” asked Godrick then. “Hysteria.” Godrick sneered as he nodded. “That’s a great song. You should hear the others, too.” Then he pressed something on the screen. “You should listen to this.”

“Uh happy day! Uh happy days!“ They both sang at top of their voice and began to laugh. “That is my favorite part of the song!” Caterina made known excitedly. “I know… you have said this for the hundredth time now since you were born,” Martina uttered and they both laughed again. They got to the location where the party was taking place, and they could hear the music that played in the club from outside. “Some crazy shits are going on in there,” Caterina stated and Martina nodded switching off the engine. “Let’s go join them before we miss the crazy part. The crazy part is the one I long for.” She told and they both alighted.

“Honestly, I'm feeling a little lightheaded. I don't think I should stay for the party.” “Nonsense! You can't miss this party for anything, girl! You wish for me to do your make-up?” she winked. “Thank you, Kiara, but I'm alright.” I stood up and went to Tina's office. Tina peered suspiciously at me. “Everyone must be present. Are you so sick you can't even stand?” she asked after I opted to stay away from the party. “Not like that… it's just—” “Then you are coming to the party,” she said, the finality in her tone loud.

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

______ Episode 5 – Threesome The party was winding down. The music had softened from pulsing electronica to a low, sensual jazz beat. Empty glasses and half-eaten plates littered the surfaces of Mark’s spacious loft. He stood by the window, looking out at the city lights, feeling the pleasant buzz of good whiskey and the lingering energy of the evening. He was unaware of the silent conversation happening across the room.