And The World's Gonna Know Your Name Novels & Stories

That I need you here with me now 'Cause you've got that one thing So get out, get out, get out of my head And fall into my arms instead I don't, I don't, don't know what it is But I need that one thing And you've got that one thing Now I'm climbing the walls But you don't notice at all That I'm going out of my mind All-day and all night Something's gotta give now 'Cause I'm dying just to know your name And I need you here with me now 'Cause you've got that one thing So get out, get out, get out of…❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ Vanessa' POV❤️ I woke up with the sun rays dancing on my face. I stretched a bit and opened my eyes slowly with a smile on my face. But that smile then got

“Silly, I'm the only thing you need and I'm right here” “I need your name, if we are to work together; I need your name” “You don't need my name. I'm only here for a while and my name won't change a thing” “It might not change a thing for you but it'll definitely change something for me, you can't stay in my head and I won't even know who you are, how you got in my head, what your mission is, why I have to listen to you and his the hell you got into my head in the first place”

And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.” The storm was coming, and I would be its eye.

But I bet you if they only knew (they don't know) They would just be jealous of us They don't know about the up all nights They don't know I've waited all my life Just to find a love that feels this right (they don't know) Baby, they don't know about, they don't know about us They don't know how special you are They don't know what you've done to my heart They can say anything they want 'Cause they don't know about us They don't know what we do best That's between me and you, our little secret But I wanna tell 'em I wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl They don't know about the things we do They don't know about the I love you's (I love you) But I bet you if they only knew (if they on

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,

"You're so mean! I hate you!" "Truth hurts, Steph!" "Whatever. So, what song are we going to sing tomorrow?" "Hmm. How about this?" I ask, playing the song I have chosen. /I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad Buy all of the things I never had Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen/ /Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights, yeah A different city every night, oh I I swear the world better prepare

It is beating faster and loudly. |'Cause in a world where everybody Hates a happy ending story It's a wonder love can make the world go 'round But don't let it bring you down And turn your face into a frown You'll get along with a little prayer and a song| "Joy, I have something to tell you. So, please listen." Oh my god. What might is that? I didn't speak out, I just looked at him, waiting for his mouth to open. ~ Let me hear you sing it ~

This is not my house, not my place, anything here isn't mine. But I'm not going to let that happen again. This time, it will change. I step forward, closing the distance, anger finally snapping loose. "I'm your Luna." His expression doesn't change. "A political Human Luna." What? How the hell does he know? Was I the only one left in the dark last time? Was I truly that foolish? Why did he say that like it was common knowledge? Was there a newsletter? Did everyone get a memo except me?

It was packed with vacation clothes, and sitting right on top of the clothes was a brand-new, unopened box of condoms. Chloe said: "I’m packing my bags. Gavin and I are flying abroad tomorrow to watch the match." Seeing my cold face and silence. Chloe deliberately added: "The World Cup only happens every four years. It’s super popular. So many people want to watch it but can’t squeeze their way in." "Those who can’t squeeze in are destined to be left out." My patience was gradually running out. My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!"

There was no anger and no heartbreak, just the quiet relief of something finally settling into place. I opened the chat with Nola and typed two words: [Perfect match.] Then, I held down the power button and turned my phone off completely. I pulled out the SIM card I had been using for years and dropped it into the trash. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal speakers. I stood, took hold of my suitcase, and walked toward the security checkpoint. Outside, the world was loud with celebration, and in here, there was only the stillness of leaving alone. However, that was alright. From now on, my world belonged to no one but me.