Pina X Riz Mga Nobela at Kwento

rishi : as usual like an angel princess me : are you really the same playboy I met before rishi : are you expecting some other type of compliment princess me : enough wait why apple is in your room rishi : oh he is missing his mom so as a dad it's my duty to take care of our son me : oh my god when you became dad to my son rishi : when you became my soulmate then I became dad to apple me : ok ok take care of my son properly rishi : he is our son me : fine take care of our properly my love take care of yourself also rishi : if you talk like that how can I stay here I wants to come there and wants to hug you tightly dad : princess me : yeah dad dad : are you ready me : yeah dad coming I seen s

The argument between that was between Rizine and Kristina was getting heated and intense. Both of them insulted each other and did not want to give up. They both want to go against each other. "You could never scare by those words!" Rizine stated and smirked. Because Kristina had told Rizine about her past. Kristina wanted to use the past of Rizine so she would tremble in fear and pain. But Kristina did not succeed because Rizine had already embraced the flaws of her past life, she had already accepted and moved on about that.

One of the guys was playing the guitar and singing at the top of his lungs some familiar fados, but my attention was still attached to that display of secrets they were both trying to hide. Pina, Cousin Harry's wife, a beautiful woman with rounded curves, long black hair and a porcelain face, sat next to me and apparently sensed my discomfort as she matched the direction of her gaze with mine. She gave me an extra cold Sagres, making me smile for a moment. She knew something, it was obvious.

"Alright, as long as you promise not to ruin my kitchen. Deal?" "Deal," Ryan said with a mock salute, grabbing a knife. The two worked together seamlessly, the aroma of cooking filling the air, punctuated by the occasional laugh and light-hearted banter. Grace peeked in a few times, only to smile and dash back to her room. The kitchen was alive with the hum of activity. The small but warm space was illuminated by the soft glow of overhead lights, reflecting off the neatly organized countertops. Anna moved gracefully, pulling out ingredients from the small fridge while Ryan stood by the island, rolling up his sleeves like a man ready for battle.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

She was conscious of who she was, and never let that slip out of her reach. “You seem to take a god-awful amount of time trying to decide if you want a dirty martini or not,” Zayn whispered again, his hands moving up to her hair. Carefully and slowly, he took out the pins and clips holding it in place, allowing them to drop to the rug in a silent whisper. Rina’s hair cascaded down her back in waves, and she moved her head from habit, shaking the hair out.

The sweet venom sliced into their conversation. Isabella looked up—and there she was. Rina. Rina from marketing. Rina. The woman with perfect hair, perfect nails, and a smile so falsely sweet in could curdle milk. She was pretty popular. Especially with the guys. She leaned against their table, arms folded, gaze dripping disdain. “I thought maybe Mr. Sinclair was hand-feeding you breakfast in his office.” Just what she wanted to avoid. The surrounding area went silent. Zoe’s jaw dropped in disbelief as if she couldn't imagine anyone being so bold.

I grabbed it quickly. Hey, our outline looks strong. Want to meet tomorrow afternoon at the café to rehearse the presentation? My treat for coffee. A simple, friendly text. Yet Marcus’s gaze sharpened as he read it over my shoulder. His jaw tightened, the first crack in his usual control. “Alex?” he asked, voice deceptively casual. “Yeah. Group project partner.” I typed a quick reply: Sounds good. See you then. Marcus’s hand returned to my shoulder, squeezing harder than necessary. “You two seem close lately.”

*** Zaina was sitting on the couch in the living room and eating cereals from a bowl when her phone lying beside her suddenly beeped, she turned to it and picked it up. It was a chat from Rina, she smiled and opened it. She had sent a text and a picture, and the picture said it all. @cutierina💝: You see what your Prince has been going to New York to do? Flirting with Bellarmine. The text read, Zaina flinched. No, this wasn't true, she knew Bella so well, she was nothing but a gold digger. Then she decided to reply. @babyz💝: Come on Rina, not everything you see you take it personally like that, I know that lady, she isn't Raghav's girlfriend, he isn't cheating on you, come on.

----------------------------------------- (JULIA) Look at your face. (RILEY) Hahaha...WOW!! you can open your eyes quite wide. ----------------------------------------- I pinched them lightly to stop them from making fun of me and it worked. But they didn't stop there instead started talking of me treating them badly. Please tell me why am I here with these two crazy girls? ----------------------------------------- (RILEY) *wiping fake tears* Ouch... it hurts why did u do that for? (JULIA) I thought we were friends why did u pinch me... You are bad I will complain against u to my dad...