Pina X Riz Novels & Stories

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.

The area around the board where the ranks were posted was immediately filled with voices and sounds of discussion from the students. "What the hell? Is it really possible?!" "Anita Rivers? Connor Thompson? Who are they? I've never heard of them!" "Weren't Owen and Tessa always first and second? Where are they?" "Look lower! My God, Owen is third and Tessa is fourth!" The classmates who had just been praising the Genius Gemini fell silent. They looked from the ranking board to Owen and Tessa's pale faces. Both looked as if they wanted to speak but could not.

Rina lowered her head, her dreadful expression shows everything. "Oh you know, it's like handling a little kid in a tantrum! He's so immature and smug!" Rina puffed her cheeks. Roy giggled as he saw Rina's puffing cheeks. His hands squished Rina puffed cheeks, pinching them adorably. This somehow made the gentleman's heart beat rapidly. Rina is an interesting woman, she may be weak but she's not the kind of woman who acts nice to leeches off his friend, Eka.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

I said, taking a sip of my glass of champagne. "Have you heard the news?" she asked. Now her tone sank. It became conspiratorial. "I don't listen to gossip," I said. "It isn't gossip," she said. "It is about Marcus Vane. He is bankrupt." "Finally.” "That isn't the exciting part," Seraphina went on. She outlined her finger along the material of my suit jacket. "The exciting bit is that he is repairing this. He sold his daughter." My grip on the glass tightened. What did he do?

“My feet are killing me. Come sit on the couch with me.” I followed her to the couch, and continued to watch everyone there flirt, drink, and begin to act ridiculous. Two girls were drinking and giggling over Jake, while a pledge was heavily flirting with one of the juniors from PLE. Pup had no chance with the older chick, but he didn’t realize that. I felt a buzz between Rina and I, and she pulled out her phone. “Sue!” Rina’s face lit up with my favorite girl’s face appearing on the phone’s screen. “Welcome to the party!”

"Hmm, we don't know. Rizal was still sticking to his past, so I don't have a say in that. "What are you two talking about?" Rezoir. "Palawan," Rouston replied sparingly. And he winked at me, and when Rezoir saw that, He grunted. Rouston laughed at his cousin's reaction and walked to the wooden seat, a little far from the mangoes. "What was that?" Rezoir suddenly exclaimed, and I grabbed him by the arm. Ricarde and Demetria?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "So, they are the ones whose tickets you got from me, huh?" I stared at him hard.

Rizal laughs "Are you sure?" Risa looked at Rizal's face who was investigating "it's not just for imaging, right??" "No such thing? Yes, not like that either, as long as Risa knows I'm a good guy. So there is no need for imaging" Rizal said proudly "But in my opinion, there are no good guys playing at night clubs like this" Risa rolled her eyes lazily "Well, Sis Risa is also wrong you shouldn't be looking for a soul mate in a nightclub, where there are good men who deserve to be husbands except for me." Rizal again said proudly

The unofficial end of the meeting happened when Ellen Harlow opened the chicken casserole on the porch and everyone ate, because apparently that was what happened in Cedarwood Falls at the end of any organized event. Eli found himself on the porch steps with a plate he hadn't planned to accept and Pat Okafor standing beside him talking about the Harlow's northwest corner pier with the focused enthusiasm of someone who had been waiting to have this conversation for two years. He listened and ate and across the porch he could see Noah talking to Greta Walsh, leaning down slightly to her height, and whatever she was saying was making the corner of his mouth do something that was almost a smile.