Blinded By The Light Weeknd Novels & Stories

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

With his help, the Golden Squad would try to save their city and hopefully prevent a war, before it's too late. "You know, I've been wondering, do you actually think you're the good guys? Like, 'oh, we're the Light, we're the good guys, we're good people,'. That's total bull, you force people into that cold wretched place. Do you know what it's like over there? Endless winter, the sun never shines, children learn how to adapt to the cold and the cruelty of our world when they weren't actually supposed to," she paused to take a breath. Tears were threatening to stream down her face as she looked at the people in front of her.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

When the song ends, he spins her back out and kisses her hand, causing her to blush. The music then meshes into the next song that’s significantly slower. Jonny pulls her body flush with his and wraps his arm around her back. Before the very first song lyrics of The Weeknd’s Lost in the Fire play, Gabe barks out, “oh hell no”! I’m confused until I take in the lyrics and realize why my brother has stalked off towards them. “I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on, you’re the only one I’ve got my sights on. Type of sex you could never put a price on! I’ll take it off, you’re the one I’ll roll the dice on. And I just want a baby with the right one, cause I could never be the one to hide one! A

“You’re playing with fire, baby. Keep stroking me like that and I’m gonna bend you over right here.” The blackout hit then. The music cut out mid-beat, lights flickered once, twice, and then everything went black. Total darkness swallowed the rooftop. Screams and drunk laughter exploded around us, bodies bumping harder, people stumbling into each other, phones lighting up like fireflies. The sudden dark made every sound louder, every brush of skin against skin more electric. His grip on me tightened, one arm locking around my waist, keeping me pinned to his chest like he didn’t want anyone else getting near.

"Our temporary Luna!" My eyes widened. "M-me?" The crowd erupted in cheers and teasing whistles. "Come on, Luna!" someone called. "Let's see if you have what it takes!" I stood still, shaking my head, though my blood was already rushing with adrenaline. The moment the blindfold was secured over my eyes, the world shifted into darkness, leaving me only with my heightened senses. The energy in the room changed—soft footsteps, whispered voices, the slight shift of the air.

Afterlife—Hailee Steinfeld Teeth—Five seconds of Summer Won’t Go Down Easy—Jaxson Gamble Gasoline—Halsey Heathens—twenty one pilots Arsonist’s Lullabye—Hozier Hold Me Down—Halsey I like trouble—Jailbreakers Ltd Blinding Lights—The Weekend Take What You Want—Post Malone feat. Ozzy Osborn & Travis Scott All the good girls go to hell—Billie Eilish