Canción De Sirenita Novels & Stories

I would give anything to have some way of telling you that I am right here… I closed my eyes and began to sing, blindly hoping that the power of my Siren song would break through the barrier and reach you. "The Heart of the Sea, Trapped in time, I'll sing you back to me, Love of mine... Below the surface, Lie the answers you seek, Turn your stare to the water, Call on your soul to see..."

Ethan also smiled lightly and clapped for her and Hazel instantly stood up on her feet, adjusting her dress. She climbed up the stairs and sat down next to Raol, looking at him in much nervousness. “Raol …it’s been ages since I have sang a song. “Oh… so what. Let your emotions flow. What song would you like to sing?” He whispered in her ear even though the mics were turned off. “Any song.” The girl shrugged her shoulders in cluelessness and Raol finally selected a beautiful song. “How about senorita by Camila Cabello?”

“It’s just one drink, c’mon. Please?” I take a sip of the bubbly alcoholic beverage to appease Martha. We finish our first glass and Martha gets herself another after we departed around ten forty-five am. I capped myself at one drink then found myself falling asleep looking out at the scenery passing under the window listening to some calming music playing through my air pods.

“I can’t believe Lilah finally managed to track you down!” Lissa shook her head, the ice clinking in her glass of iced tea as she raised the glass to take a sip. Bellamy sighed as he speared his fork into a sausage. “It’s my own fault, I’ve avoided using magic for months so she wouldn’t be able to sense me… I just wanted Thea to have a good night and not be worried about… well, you know.” Lissa’s jackhammered in her seat, “It’s sooooo cool that she’s a siren! What’s her song like? Do you think she’d show me her wings? I wish I could’ve seen Lilah’s bitch face when you saw you with Thea.”

The siren smirked and stop singing, she look at Catrina who has or realized that she is in the ocean standing no floating in front of the siren. Catrina flap her hands when she felt her breath stuck in her chest, the other entering her mouth. She forgot the teachings she had with saphira as her brain couldn't register anything but the fact that she was drowning. "So you were here to capture me? To do what? Kill me?" The Siren who's voice is like a bubble popping asked Catrina who kept flapping her hands. Tears trickled down her eyes but was wash away by the water.

Her name was Marina. Marina was a happy, joyful siren, with a great love for singing. In her free time, she loved to go and play with the animals of the ocean, and she was always willing to help those creatures who were in trouble. In all these aspects she was like any other siren in the ocean, but her charms came with an important detail that made her different to others: she was naïve and innocent, so she was unaware of the risks that existed beyond the surface of the ocean. Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them.

The man who held my wrists on that roof and said my name like it mattered. I wrote about that. Over and over. Like if I put it in music, it would become safer. Permanent. Mine. I clear my throat. “What’s next?” Ty asks. I hesitate. Then I force myself to speak. “This one’s… slower.” I swallow. “It’s called Anchor.” Serena’s voice is gentle. “Okay. Take us there.” My fingers find the chords. They’re simple. Bare. The kind of progression you can’t hide behind. I sing.

____ And that night, while Jeyre slept, Aithne sat by the window of the house and stared into the dark night, lost in her thoughts as she reflected on the events of the day, memories of her mother and all that's ever happened to her. She could see the glimpse of a majestic and towering building far away, probably located in the middle of the city. It stood tall and proud and unwavering. And Aithne wished she would be able to stand strong and tall and unwavering, when she finally returned to Mooncrest one day. She absentmindedly began humming the song her mother had taught her many years ago, when they had returned from the renowned enchanting waterfall of Elgarion. The song was of foreign to

By the third song, it gave him the excuse he was looking for. The song "Havana" is a goodie but oldie Spanish influence song. Came on, and Adonis's body began making sensual moves and making Safira's eyes expand as he laid claim to her waist. Safira's dancing became sensuous, too, after they were playing her song. It was fascinating for Adonis to watch her soft flesh do movements that permitted him to move toward her sexy curves.

Yet, the moment Fern began to sing, I felt a jolt unlike any other. "Damn! She actually chose that song!" I thought in irritation as I struggled to contain the surge of emotions within me. Why would she sing that song? Was she attempting to elicit pity from me? However, I couldn't deny the captivating allure of her song, as if it possessed a mystical power capable of penetrating the depths of my heart and stirring a profound resonance within me. My gaze remained fixed on Fern, her ethereal presence reminiscent of the moon goddess gracing the mortal realm with divine splendor.