Arctic Monkeys Piledriver Waltz Lyrics

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

An old feud is challenged and forbidden feelings stir in the name of a woman lost in decades of slumber. * After treacherous attacks from the scarlet dragons, the golden dragons are almost eliminated from the face of the Earth, with only a few surviving and having to face decades of war against their persistent enemies. In the middle of the conflict, the golden clan finds a new hope in the form of Cleo, one more surviving member of their breed. Their hope morphed into desperation as they realise nothing they can do to take her from her current state of unconsciousness. Under the sun of her new home in Puerto Banus, Cleo’s future is unclear, as the only reality she knows is a long-lasting dream. * On the other side of the world, in Arctic Alaska, Henry is certain about his future. He is a werewolf who is supposed to take the Beta’s daughter as his chosen mate and succeed his father as the Alpha of the Boreal Blood Pack, one of the most ruthless packs on the continent. His Pack only knows power, how to crush their enemies, greed and tradition. However, there is something they and their Alpha hate more than weakness: they hate dragons with passion. Henry changes his ways when he hears a call to his soul, a call from his long-sleeping mate. He doesn’t know who she is or where she lives; he only knows he has to find her. He never expected his mate to be Cleo, a dragon. Finding himself at a crossroad, Henry must choose to leave his pack and destiny to help bring his dragon mate back from her coma, or will he follow his pack’s ways and deep-rooted hatred.

Omega Nathalia, burdened by a deep-rooted fear of other wolves since her youth, has lived a life overshadowed by unfortunate events that led her and her mother to be labeled as rogues. They were sternly warned to remain unseen and unheard until they could find refuge within the “Arctic Paw Pack,” her grandparents' pack. However, as Nathalia embarks on the treacherous journey towards her grandparents' pack, she soon realizes that the path ahead is riddled with unspeakable horrors that test her strength and resilience. Will she possess the fortitude to endure the agonizing pain that awaits her, or will she succumb to overwhelming despair and reunite with her mother once more? Amidst these uncertainties, Nathalia finds herself questioning whether she will forever be forgotten and whether she will be able to triumph where her mother had failed.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

“You are mine Valentina! And I don’t like to share what I own” Diego said, handing me the head of my boyfriend in a box. He is as cold as the Arctic ocean, An emotionless devil with no atom of humanity, Diego Fernandez, A name that everybody fears because it belongs to the stone-hearted ruthless Mafia boss who does not mind destroying everyone who stands between him and whatever he wants. He is often referred to as the Devil, he never takes no for an answer, in fact, no is a word people know not to say to him if they want their heads still sitting comfortably on their necks, so when he decided that he wanted the beautiful college student Valentina Sanchéz as one of the whores in his harem her owner Don Carlos knew he had no choice but to hand her over without so much as an argument. Diego is intrigued by her stubbornness, so he makes it his duty to punish her until she begs for mercy and she eventually does. Something about Valentina’s venerability makes Diego want to protect her, he slowly realises that he is indeed in love with her. Valentina is terrified when she realises that she has fallen madly in love with her captor, she is even more terrified by the fact she is carrying his baby. She knows of Diego’s desire to be the last of his bloodline, she also knows that not telling the devil of her pregnancy would incur his wrath, what would she do? Things also get worse when Diego finds out that Valentina is not the naive innocent girl he had thought her to be. Is there a chance for the devil and his angel to fall in love? Read to find out!

Music brings joy,music calms the nerves but can a song bring led to death…… a music box with diabolical setting,words of the box,lyrics of the music,if you want to die listen to their rhythm. Victoria is seventeen-year-old that lives with her parents, being born in a family that loved her and cared for her, never had she felt left alone. But after the death of her father, her mom married again to a wealthy high-class man whose reputation is all that he cares about.

In June of 1975, Ryan Baxter's mom moves him and his brother, Matt, to the small seaside town of Bayport, MA to escape their abusive father. For an eleven-year-old, spending lazy days hanging out at the beach and the arcades sounds like a dream.When he meets Leah and she agrees to be his girlfriend, Ryan is happier than he's been in his young life. Then the "Sea Monkeys" knock-off he bought from the back of a comic book starts to grow...and grow and grow.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

"It's already 7am, where is Ms. Martin?" I opened the door to my office, exhausted and tired. Another sleepless night. I was taken aback from the scene in front of me. Paris, was randomly dancing with her headphones on. Singing loudly to the lyrics to what seems like a Korean song. "Hello Mr. Hernandez, Go on, tell me I'm late now. Bloody bastard, I went out to get your coffee so you didn't have to drink it cold but i won't do that today because you'd rather your stupid coffee cold than your assistant being a considerate person. RIGHT?" "Glad to hear your thoughts towards me. Ms. Martin." I tapped her shoulder and saw her horrified face when she realized, I heard and saw it all. --- Paris Martin, a girl full of life is given a job as the most ruthless CEO's assistant. Felix Hernandez is a man of his word. He doesn't lie and he hates liars. Paris being the clumsiest person and Felix the most stiff. Felix being Paris' forever bully doesn't help her. When Felix finally ends up ruining Paris, he realizes how horribly he treated her. How will he bring back the sun-like Paris? Will he be able to bring back his best friend's clumsy sister?

"Do you really think someone like you is worthy of love?" he whispered in Eleanor's ear, making her body shudder in fear. "I... I don't know," she stuttered, her voice trembling, eyes fixed on the ground to avoid his piercing gaze. "I would never love a weak wolf like you, an aberration," he spat with disdain, his words filled with anger. "You shame our kind, Eleanor!" She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his intense gaze. "Do you hate me for this?" she asked, her voice faltering. "Hate?" He tilted his head, a cruel smile forming on his lower lip. "Hate is too soft a word. I feel repulsion towards you, disgust at being tied to such an insignificant being." Eleanor fought back tears as she heard his next words. "I, Asher Bennett, future Alpha of the Bloody Moon Pack, reject Eleanor Parker as my mate!" he growled angrily, turning away with contempt. "Never dare to say you're my mate again, You have a choice, Eleanor. You can bow down and accept your miserable fate... or you can fight, like the fool you are, thinking you have any chance." "A miserable fate for a wretched girl, what more could Eleanor Parker expect? After being brutally rejected by her mate and betrayed by her stepsister, sold like an animal by those who wished her dead, she rises from the ashes beside the great and supreme Alpha King Lynca, the cruelest of all werewolves capable of killing anyone who dares to disobey him. "I thought I signed my death sentence with the bloodthirsty Alpha King, responsible for hundreds of deaths. Yet, he became my rebirth, making me feel alive. Love drew me toward the abyss between us, where I could easily lose myself." Eleanor sighed, meeting his mesmerizing arctic blue eyes.

The year I loved Channing Waltz the most, he shattered my hopes. I remember, as I was hauled into the restroom, beaten mercilessly by strangers, there he stood, grinning like the sun itself. His face beamed with a brightness that made my heart sink. The burns from his childhood friend's curling iron marred my skin, leaving a trail of scars, and all the while, he took out his phone, snapping pictures of me in my undressed humiliation and posting them online for the world to mock. I cried, begged him to spare me, but he only laughed coldly, his voice as sharp as a blade. "You haven't even begun to suffer what my sister went through. What's the hurry?" That was when the truth hit me like a lightning strike. He had come to me, drawn me in with warmth, with affection, pretending to care—when all along, it was merely a means to an end. He had used me to set the stage to avenge his sister.