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"Do you know a lullaby, Mi Amor?" "Lullaby?" "Uh-huh. Can you sing a lullaby for me? I heard that my wife possessed a golden voice." Blythe tried to reach for his hair, it felt smooth and soft. She raked it slowly as she hummed her favorite lullaby, the one that her Mama Celia taught her back when she was too young and too scared of her traumas. Upon singing the second line, she can feel her husband's embrace getting tighter as if something's wrong is going on. The warmth he gives feels good to her, but it feels strange because his embrace is turning violent all of a sudden. Didn't he like her song?

The crowd including our table claps and yells. “ But it is past bedtime guys. I will see you soon. Say good night.” Lilly says. They all say goodnight. One little girl, that can’t be more than three holding a pink teddy bear in one arm, and the other you can see tubes coming out of steps up “ What bout night song?” “ Lilly looks at the crowd. “ What do you think guys? Do you mind if I sing them a lullaby before they go?” I didn’t expect the response that happens. The crowd chants ‘ Do it.’ over and over. Lilly nods “ Last one then bed. Promise?” “ Promise, Songbird.” The kids yell.

“Briar, don’t. You’re making it sound like, like Mary is some villain.” Briar’s voice is quiet, brutally calm. “I’m making it sound like the world is ugly sometimes.” I force a laugh that lands wrong. “My mom isn’t poisoning me.” I say it like it’s fact. Like if I say it enough, the universe will obey. Tessa nods eagerly, grateful. “Exactly. Melody’s notes could be from training. Or… from treating someone.” “Right,” I say. “From treating someone.” Briar’s eyes hold mine, steady as stone. “Then why do you look like you just discovered a grave under your bed?”

"She's about to call the police. Let's go." Billy was confused. He still felt like he could fight, but he followed Lana out. However, as Lana reached the doorway, she suddenly handed a black pill to Billy. "Hold onto this. When that woman kneels and begs you and your mother for forgiveness, you can give it to her." Puzzled, Billy asked, "Boss, what's this?" Lana turned her head, glanced at Stella, and smiled devilishly. "It's the antidote, of course. Without it, she'll die."

My voice barely above a whisper “What did I ever do to deserve all this, Leon” There was no answer. Just silence.

I winced. Lilly turned back to signal to the waiter for a second cup of coffee. As she turned back to me, she had a predatory look in her eyes as she said, “I am hoping I can acquire you another coffee so you can provide a detailed report of the engagement with Xender by the window.” I laughed as I shook my head. “No way that is happening,” I said, squirming a little at the potent memory of Xender taking me against the glass wall. Just as he’d promised.

Bella, touched by her father's words, felt a surge of emotion welling within her. She nodded, fighting back tears, determined to embody the strength he saw in her. As he spoke, Mr. Anderson began to hum a familiar tune—a melody that stirred memories of Bella's childhood. It was a song Bella's mother used to sing while putting her to sleep, a lullaby that had woven itself into the fabric of her early years. The tune, though melancholic, held a comforting sway—a reminder of the love that once enveloped their family.

he nodded his head I started singing the lullaby Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright May the moon, silvery beams, bring you with dreams Close you eyes, now and rest, may these hours be blessed Till the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear Lullaby, and good night, with roses be-dight Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight

Dane started, but she had already walked right into the clearing. The largest beast snarled and lunged, fast. Too fast. I screamed. But Lila didn’t move. She closed her eyes… and hummed. It was soft. Familiar. I recognized it instantly. A lullaby. The one Zane used to hum to her when she had nightmares. “Lila…” I whispered, heart pounding. The beast froze mid-step. Its body twitched. Its head tilted, confused. She kept humming. The other two beasts stopped too.

Loud wails of a newborn demanding its mother. Soft whispers at the back trying to calm the one who makes such high-pitched noise. A lullaby is being sung yet the pup pays no heed to it continuing to wail with all the pressure within its lungs. A wail that pains me. A wail that wakes me up from the darkness and pulls me back to light. My pup beckons me to acknowledge it's presence. My body sucked dry of energy and blood leaving me with nothing but a pile of bones.