1-0 Song Novels & Stories

Wolves howled, voices rising together into the sky, a chorus of loyalty and joy that shook the trees. Harold squeezed Henry’s hand, their bond glowing with new strength. For the first time, Henry felt the full weight of belonging, not as an exile or a survivor, but as a chosen son of the Blue Moon. He glanced at his mother in the crowd, who smiled through her tears, pride etched across every line of her face.

THE MARK OF LOVE AND THE PROMISE OF STAYING TOGETHER FOR FOREVER ! Fuck you, San. Fuck you ! Once the curtains gave way to the complete view of the stage to the audience, pin drop silence ensued before the speakers let the soft melodies of the song float throughout the dark hall. Suddenly, I felt myself losing myself to the song as the familiar notes vibrated in my ear drum with each note getting louder than the previous. The song was too apt for us and it was none other than ‘APOLOGIZE’ by OneRepublic. Now the ropes and our ballet dresses made sense to me.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

“Let me stay and take care of you, okay?” There was helplessness in her eyes. Her tone was gentle as she stubbornly clutched my hand. A trace of irritation rose in me as I pulled my hand free from hers. “No need. My colleague is coming. Please leave.” At that moment, a message popped up on my phone. It was from Grayson. [Camelia is with you, right?] I smiled silently. Camelia seemed to think my mood had improved and hurried to pour me a glass of water. With a ding, another message came in.

Fine. Then let him find out what it feels like to be on the receiving end of demand after demand. The first one. What should it be?

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

Everyone applauded while we got down from the stage. "You're such a poet." "You deserve more my princess," he said softly, kissing my exposed neck. He looked at the necklace and placed his eyes on me... a question running in his mind. "You remember it?" Lexa looked at it then looked at me. "I thought you'd like it." "I love it." We both laughed. A slow romantic song came on. It was 'All of me' by John Legend. Lexa squealed in excitement when she heard the song. "I love this song."

“I’m good.” She squeezes my arm once, then vanishes into the shadows, already yelling at someone about a follow‑spot. Out on the main floor, a massive LED screen flickers to life behind the stage. A single word appears in stark white letters: OWNED. The crowd screams. I walk out into the darkness and take my mark. For a second, I stand completely still. No lights. Just the roar and my heart and the echo of my own voice in my head. This song used to taste like blood and ink.

We left at exactly twenty minutes to 7pm, meaning we should be there by half past seven. I played the playlist Zoë and I made which means it contains tons of Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor swift, Jennifer Lopez, Anne-Marie and many more. We sang along to some songs until mine and Zoë's favourite came in. Snap AND IF ONE MORE PERSON SHOULD SAY JUST GET OVER IT OH, I MIGHT STOP TALKING TO PEOPLE BEFORE I SNAP, SNAP, SNAP OH, I MIGHT STOP TALKING TO PEOPLE BEFORE I SNAP SNAPPING ONE, TWO, WHERE ARE YOU?!

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?