Ryan was in a good mood that day–normally he was a happy, cheerful man who was always enthusiastic about his job, that of being an assistant to the world famous pop singer Rihanna.
But for three weeks now, he had become something else. The 5’11 ex-
Yuki felt intimidated by the spiraling stone towers and massive battlement-like dormitories that made up Yale; the Ivy League school was very much unlike the other colleges that she had checked out: Stanford, UCLA, basically every Western university
Highschool can be a bitch, sometimes. More specifically, the people at highschool can be bitches. Take the story of Alicia Barnes, for example–seventeen years old, 5’6″, with 30-inch breasts that were barely hidden beneath the tank tops she wore eve
Ryan had just witnessed the most awesome scene of his life. Dumbfounded, he walked out of the recording studio both as the two superstars dressed themselves again. He turned off the video function on his Blackberry; for once, the power was in the low
Seriously, who wouldn’t want these two to get together? This is a fictional story about Rihanna’s soundboard editor, who prefers to be called Ryan, witnessing Katy Perry and Rihanna getting it on on the soundstage.
It was a warm, humid summer day. R
Theresa had always been one to “love thy neighbor”, to use a common phrase. She was always the one who brought over Christmas cookies, or Easter gifts, or in general was the friendliest person in the neighborhood. But when Ashya moved in next door, t
TJ and Alice were brother and sister, twins born on the same day. They grew up together their entire life, and by the time of their eighteenth birthdays, they were both ready for independence.
It was a warm summer day, humid and indicative of rain