Cannonball Lyrics Damien Rice Novels & Stories

A low gasp ran across the crowd and a yellow light came up, shining just at the spot where Damian was seated. Damian began playing the guitar—a soft, enchanting sound that brought a calmness to the whole place. He played for a while, blending his flawless voice with the music. Wow! It was so cool. I wasn't a big fan of music, but Damian’s songs made me appreciate it. Not like I’mfan-girling over him or something; I'm just stating the fact—he's a truly great artist. The song was slow, romantic, and emotional, and I presumed he was yet to release it since no one in the crowd seemed familiar with it.

I crawled weakly towards Damian, ignoring the shards of broken glass that were cutting my knees and wrapped my hands around him shakily. I cried like I have never done before as I tightened my arms around me while he returned the hug too. “He is finally dead. We did it.” I whispered as more tears kept on flowing down my face like a waterfall. “You did it.” Damian muttered as he buried his head on the crook of my neck. I cried harder as I held him closer. That was a really close call. I suddenly heard footsteps sounding out side so I picked up a pistol.

The man in front of her was just pure perfection. Damon placed his hand on Raven’s thigh that alone gave her a tingly sensation.” I want to fuck you’”, he said and that gave made her clit throb and she found herself pressing her thighs together. “I’m not a whore,” she said. He moved his hand slowly, “of course not,” he said. Maybe if she got rid of the sexual tension she was feeling she might feel better, besides she had nothing to lose she might not even see the man ever again.

Every part of me hurt, and it felt like I was swaying on a boat at sea. Urgent shouts rang in my ears. "Sir, hang on! The hospital's just ahead!" Hearing that, I struggled to open my eyes. The paramedic was a young lady. Seeing my bloodied face made her panic, but all she could do was comfort me. "Sir, we'll reach the hospital after we pass the outdoor banquet that the Brewer family is hosting. Hang in there!"

Suddenly the charging voice of Adonis raised in the room and I turned to see, he had a gun pointing towards me, Dante pulled out his gun to fire but he was out of bullet. I tried to run away but his gun was facing me and there was no were to run to. I closed my eyes and prepared for it. He fired but his wailing voice filled the room and suddenly it stopped. His voice was calm and it had died down, i was not feeling any pain and I wondered if this was how it was to be when one was in so much pain that you can no longer feel pain. “Your welcome Sissy.” The voice was familiar, I had heard it several times from the audio that Dante played it was Gwen’s voice.

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.

I should feel cornered. Instead, I feel alive. War has always been my language. Damien doesn’t know it yet, but every step he takes toward me is a step into my fire. And Serena she is the match. When night falls, I step outside. The city hums below, unaware of the war boiling in its veins. I light a cigarette, inhale deep, and watch the smoke curl into the dark. One message. That’s all it takes. One message to remind her that freedom doesn’t live in Damien’s arms.

Damian had set up a blanket and some cushions, creating a cozy little spot for us to sit. "This is amazing," I said, my heart swelling with gratitude. Damian smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "You mean everything to me." We sat down on the blanket, and Damian pulled out his guitar. He strummed a few chords, then began to sing. His voice was soft and melodic, and I felt myself getting lost in the words of the song. Verse 1: I never knew love could feel this way Until you came into my life that day My heart was broken, but you made it whole

she whispered, already wet. Damien didn’t speak. He simply grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back against the wide marble railing overlooking the turquoise sea. The shirt was ripped open. His mouth latched onto one leaking tit, sucking hard until milk sprayed across his tongue. “You’re still mine,” he growled, voice dark with violence and love. “Even if they find us tomorrow.” “Yes,” Raven moaned, spreading her legs eagerly. “I’m forever Daddy’s pregnant cumrag.”