Ameno Lyrics Novels & Stories

Janvi my best friend is busy with her boyfriend Sam. Yes, you got it right she is a traitor she is spending the vacation with Sam, not me. Oh poor me !! I got up from the bed. My room looks like a storm just happened here, Anam always leaves a big mess in the room for me to clear. I blasted the music and started my favorite playlist of Sunidhi Chauhan. Oh, she is the best singer I love her songs. I can't resist her songs I started dancing moving my hips along the music. I love dancing I always used to take part in skits in school.

Ami amended with a long sigh. “Ami, sweetheart, what is going on?” “Don’t you dare sweetheart me, you moron!” Ami suddenly snapped and stopped dancing. She tried to escape the ballroom with Rain trailing behind her. She made it onto the rooftop terrace and sat on one of the benches. She looked up to the sky in an attempt to stop tearing up. Obviously it was an epic fail as she felt the hot tears trickling down her cheeks. She was not wearing a lot of makeup so there was no chance of ever smudging something. She thought she was alone so she let loose her tears. She tried to control her sobs so no one would hear her until she felt a comforting hand on her bare shoulder. She looked up to a conc

*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

The words hung between them. “You flirt, charm and seduce… and somehow men mistake it for innocence.” Amani stared at her for a long moment then she laughed genuinely amused. Clarissa frowned. “Did I say something funny?” “I’m trying to picture myself seducing Mr. Vaughn.” She shook her head. “It sounds exhausting.” Clarissa blinked, clearly annoyed “You think this is a joke?” “No.” Amani’s smile softened. “I think you are” Amani took a sip from her glass infuriatingly calm.

She was crying loudly, messy sobs that instantly made my chest tighten. “Amaya?” I called, walking over and crouching beside her. She didn’t say anything but instead wrapped her arms around my neck, shaking. “They—they disbanded!” she choked out between sobs. I frowned, confused. “Who?” She pulled back, glaring at me through teary eyes like I’d just insulted her whole family. “Blackout!” “Blackout?” “How do you not know?” She groaned, smacking my chest. Then she shoved her phone at me, showing a picture of four guys on stage, arms around each other. The caption underneath read: ‘Final performance of Blackout – End of an Era.’

Amenie stuttered, wringing her hands nervously and peeking up at us from thin blond lashes. “She has been so forlorn lately, Your Highness, and it would seem now, that she’s throwing herself into The Darkness—” She finished, shivering as though the mere thought of a mad woman would drive her mad herself.

Ruby's cell. No, it's a mixed cell for men and women. Before she pushed the door open, a woman's scream mixed with a man's excited voice and a strong pungent smell came out of the half-closed room. "No, don't touch me again, please, please..."

When Chi slid a finger inside while licking her clit, Amina almost blacked out from the intensity. “Hey Siri,” Chi gasped, lips still wet. “Play Let Me Fall by Ex Habit.” The song poured into the room, bass heavy, raw. Chi raised Amina’s legs, kissing up her thighs, sucking her toes one by one before plunging back into her, strap gliding, tongue circling, fingers curling. Amina’s cries turned to broken moans, her body trembling, legs shaking until the world fell apart around her. Chi didn’t stop until Amina begged her to.

I think about it So you don't have to wonder girl Cause you already got me Right where you want me babe I just want to be your man How does it feel Girl do you get a rush Everytime that we touch How does it feel Where does your mind go How does it feel Vedo Amelia's POV

I smiled, cocking my head to the side. “That’s my girl!” Frank laughed, flinging his arm over my shoulder. “Show him who the fuck you are,” he motivated me, and I agreed, nodding. Oh, this only called for heartbreak, and my heart would be the victim. “Because I’m Amanah fucking Jones,” I said, and this felt like a team motivating each other. “About to become Amanah Acula!” Anin sang at the top of her lungs, and they all raised their glasses.