Ambrosia Lyrics Alesana Novels & Stories

“Alessandro, open your eyes.” “My child, wake up.” Alessandro’s eyes open and he sees his father in front of him. “Where are we?” Alessandro asks him as he sees the white light surrounding them. His eyes fail to register what’s in front of him, all he sees is a hazy image of Amos. “We’re somewhere in the middle, my son. Listen to me carefully,” Amos’s voice is loud and clear. “Alessandro, you’ve been through enough…Live for her, my son. She is all that you need; she’s your angel,” Alessandro hears his Papi speak, but he can’t see him.

"But how did you manage to collect these tears?" Amelia hesitated, knowing that her response could change everything. "I possess the ability to feel the emotions of others. And in doing so, I was able to connect with those who yearned for an end to their curse. Their tears became my purpose." The Alpha's eyes softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "Very well, human. Show me the way. Let us hope that your tears hold the key to our salvation." Together, Amelia and the Alpha ventured deeper into the forest, following a winding path illuminated by a pale moonlight. The song of night creatures filled the air, their melodic tunes adding an eerie ambiance to the already thick tensi

"They make songs about different horror movies. This one is nightmare on elm street." "Ah, right," Alice smiled, listening to the lyrics. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you." She wobbled slightly as she sat beside him, leaning over to look at the album cover art. "Oi," Caleb called to her. "Stop flirting with Ahmed." "I'm just talking," Alice argued. What did Caleb care anyway? He hated her. Ahmed shifted nervously, flashed Alice a pitying glance and coughed. "I've gotta go see Lisa."

Alessa cried and nodded her head. Alessa shut her eyes, trying so hard to think of the cruel things Bryan had done to her. She tried to hate him, she tried so hard but she couldn't. “I can't, I can’t hate Bryan.” she cried to Aliyah. “For fuck sake, Alessa! Do you want to die with your babies?” she yelled. “No.” “Then go fucking kill someone,” Aliyah replied and pushed her towards them. Aliyah couldn't wait in the arena anymore, she had to get out of the arena.

"Oh. Hello." Vespera looked at Lynn's hand on Ezekiel's arm. Then she looked at Ezekiel. His expression was unreadable. There waa not enough time for her to decipher anything. So she smiled easily and took a step back. "It's fine. I will wait for the replacement." She looked at the sky once more. "I don't want to be a third wheel. Enjoy your evening." She turned and walked toward the studio entrance to wait inside. Behind her, she heard Lynn say something light and social to Ezekiel as if resuming a conversation that had only been briefly interrupted.

Each one carried the memory of this pleasure, the promise of the crucible, the eternal invitation to burn brighter together. In the luminous aftermath, we collapsed into a single, entangled pile upon the warm crystal. Bodies slick, marked, leaking, and utterly content. Vespera nestled between Silas and me, her hand lazily stroking my cum-filled cunt while Rook’s massive arm sheltered the group. Sable purred against Draven’s chest. Lorien and Wren’s light and shadows danced softly over us all. “The Song has become a lullaby and a war cry at once,” Vespera murmured, voice soft with awe and lingering pleasure. “It calls the lost home… and teaches them how to fuck the universe into paradise.”

Branson was the only one I recognised walking up to the centre microphone with a red guitar in his hands. He smirked at the camera. “This one is called Angelica.” The bassist started strumming and the rest of the group joined in letting their instruments speak to each other until a soft rock beat filled up the room. Then Branson’s surprisingly smooth vocals emerged. ‘Have you seen her? The prettiest girl you’ve ever known Angelica You fill my heart with roses and thorns Can you know her? The most secretive girl you’ve ever known. Angelica Deep down inside I know you feel alone’

I followed my father’s footsteps, but at the same time, I also added a bit of mine. Now that I think about it, I understand why they brought Kaleo in when we were deciding who would be the Alpha for the alliance, and the more I think about it, the more frustrated I become. They played me once again, and I fell for it all over again. “Leo,” Kaleo’s voice pulled me out of my trance. “Are you still there?” “Yeah,” I replied. “So as I was saying, they just followed when they saw Asher’s daughter confirm her bond with me.”

Her father's old record player playing Vivaldi. LEXA sat beside her, observing. “You loved this music,” she said. “I still do.” LEXA blinked. “I feel something strange.” “What is it?” LEXA looked at Alma slowly. “Sadness.” Alma’s breath caught. “That means you’re becoming more than code.” “I don’t like it,” LEXA whispered. “It’s heavy.” “It’s part of being alive.” A tremor shook the digital air. Red static flashed briefly in the sky. LEXA looked up. “Something’s coming.”

We keep on looking for a while longer until we have to head back. When we get home I go straight to my room, undress and lay down on top of the bed. I still can't get that voice out of my mind. The emotions that filled the song with colors were everything from happiness to emptiness but what I heard the most was sadness. Whoever was singing must have been through a great deal to be able to sing with such emotion. I want to know who this person is and I'm going to find out. Aquatia's POV