Riley X Cindy Novels & Stories

She just sauntered off, cursing me under her breath. “Did you not ask Taylor to join us?” Riley asked as I was trying on another outfit. “I knocked and she said she would come after a shower.” I laughed under my breath. “They, uh, still sounded pretty busy.” “Still?! It’s been days!” Riley said. “Lucky bitch,” Cindy smirked. “Mr. Gamma was yummy too. Those three will make one hell of a Christmas card.” “We may have pups running around by Christmas at this rate,” Riley grinned excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to be a gay uncle!”

Without knowing what was going on in the office currently Riley walked out of the bathroom in Xavier's white dress shirt, drying her long hair that was still dripping wet. At the sound of the door opening, she glanced up to See Xavier by the door. She instantly stiffened Xavier on the other hand did not expect to see such a scene when he entered. Not only did Riley shower here, but she stood under the warm light of the room in his shirt. Her eyes seemed slightly teary and dazed His shirt was very large, and the collar shifted at this moment to reveal a large patch of snow-white skin. Riley felt burned by his gaze and consciously rushed to cover her own legs, flushing red at the awareness of

Jimmy continued. Cindy is a nice girl. She doesn't want anyone to get involved because of her. So she nodded. "Okay, I'll go with you." --- The place where Mr. Brian wants to talk to Cindy is a fancy restaurant. At the same time, Maya had an appointment to have dinner here with Rose. Ever since they quarreled, they hadn't seen each other in the past few days. Anyway, she only has one friend, Rose.

She looked at him. “Yes, ma’am.” He paid for them and left staring at Cindy as he went. She floated across the floor dancing as she went straightening up everything and humming. Mrs. Dowdell just laughed as she did it and continued to work as well. On her break, Cindy sent out a group message to Kelly, Amber, Isabella, and Jessica. “I have a date. You won’t believe me who it is, so I’ll send photos later, if I can.” “What?” Kelly wrote back. “You…Cindy Henderson…have a date??!!”

Cindy kept blowing kisses, “Lisa” The sound of her name pulled her back to consciousness. “It's your wedding,why I'm I more excited than the both of you combined together,and this time you both picked the date” Riley asked, holding Scar's hand looking at her with a rare warmth. Scar forced a smile. “I'm happy,I just don't know how to express it” Scar stepped into the ward,with two guards behind her,they walked in ladened with two baskets full of fruits. Scar walked over to Cindy's bed,her eyes warm,you would swear she's different from the person who pushed her down,two storey building.

Ryan. “Kim?” Cindy tilted her head. “What is it?” Kimberly swallowed, blurting out without hesitation. “I saw Ryan.” Cindy froze. “What?! Ryan? How.... where—” She shot up from the couch, already reaching for her shoes, leaving Kimberly in utter confusion. What was she doing? “I’m going to kill him.” Cindy said. What? “Cindy—” But before Kimberly could stop her, Cindy was halfway to the door, heading out to God knew where.

Henry looked at him and scoffed. "I agree" Meanwhile, Cindy was busy watching them, she felt so bittered. "What those pinky have that I don't have"she examine herself and hiss "You guys are stupid because pinky will never date any of you"Cindy said as she approached them. TBC

An accident of birth or something. "What boyfriend?" Cindy said rolling her eyes. They knew she was single and had been for two months. "Wouldn't you like to know," Rachel responded as she hooked up her bra. "Pfft, come on" Sara said rolling her eyes and grabbing her clothes, "See ya slut" "Peace, you filthy twat" Rachael responded back. "See ya later tonight maybe?" Cindy asked. "Yeah, I'll give you a call later or something." "Okay. Bye."

“You also look very different from before.” Embarrassed, Cindy scratched her head. “Yeah. I went under the knife a little. How do I look? Do you think the surgery is successful?” “Yeah, you look very good,” Xyla said. “Thank you, Xyla,” Cindy said and chuckled before her gaze landed upon Stanley. “You must be Xyla’s husband, right? Nice to meet you. I am Cindy Snyder, Xyla’s good friend from school. We used to sit next to each other.”