4 Strings Take Me Away Novels & Stories

CARINA His lips are so sweet they taste much like strawberries. My hands found their way to his chest and his hair. I don't have the power to stop him, instead I want him to continue doing it. He finally pulled away and I regained myself. Gosh this is so embarrassing. Why did I let this happen anyway? I tried walking off but he grabbed me back by my waist.

I voiced my thoughts. The lights automatically turned off, the room was illuminated by dim red lights. The red lights as well as the light from the candles made the view of the balloons and roses perfect, and a romantic-sounding song started playing. Though it was very awkward and befuddling, the view and sound was mesmerizing. A screen I hadn't noticed beforehand, rolled down on the wall towards my left hand side. A projectile was directed at it. Words started displaying on the screen, increasing the level of my perplexity. <

Take me away from here. I don't want to be here. I screamed and screamed but nothing happened. A point came I didn't hear anything around me anymore. It was nothingness. Please, take me away from here. I screamed but nothing happened still.

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

"Tell me, if I were to jump off the roof, would my body look ugly when it hits the ground? But you always said… you don’t like ugly women…" The wind howled through the phone. Shawn hesitated. At that moment, I shook off his hand, got into a taxi, and never looked back. Shawn froze for a split second. Then, as if possessed, he sprinted toward the car.

It constantly raged without respite. "Yvvy, you're going to come back to me. You'll love me… for the rest of your life." Under the pounding water, Jared closed his eyes. He indulged his greed for her and began to vent his desire, breathing heavily.

Celine whispered in Vicky's ear, "I'm sorry, I'm leaving abroad soon. Your stupid best friend is gone forever. She's dead now. What else can she do to me? "She was just too stupid to fall in love with Dustin. And you, just like your best friend, are equally stupid!" Vicky screamed. She stretched out her hand and pulled Celine's hair against the wall. Dustin pulled Celine back into the room. Bang, the door was shut. Vicky continued screaming outside the door, shouting loudly for Dustin to open the door. Dustin was unmoved. Celine stepped forward with her eyes all red and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, Dustin, maybe I shouldn't have come back. If I had stayed abroad, I would not have caused Saman

Sent back one transmission. Three words. I will come.

We broke away just in time to sing again, “Angels lift me up. are you with me I'm holding on to you like I'm holding on to those white balloons." And the next part was mine. “Take me away. And I hope you can handle it.” There was another pause for the strings before I added in a slightly softer voice, “And I hope you can handle it… That you can handle it.” On the melody that ended the whole song, Tate once again sweetly notes, “Because what's inside of me is hidden from most. Even in clear view.” I put the microphone on the stand and immediately pulled her into my arms as I saw in my peripheral vision everyone at the tables standing up and clapping enthusiastically.

I simply shook my head and deleted the articles. One day, I begged Liam to let me accompany him to meet a client. Unable to refuse me, he patted my head. "Fine, but you have to stay close the whole time. Don't you go wandering off now." I nodded eagerly. "Sir, yes, sir!"