Cannonball Lyrics Damien Rice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

Although Xavier was a ten, he somehow never exuded this level of confidence mixed with liveliness. “Do you know what we're listening to?” I ask, utterly consumed by the music. Really, I seem to be having a good time mostly around Damien, he sometimes brings out my inner child, other times he draws me out of my miseries, most times he makes me daydream about him fucking the shit out of me, which is completely weird. “ Oh, we're listening to creepin in by Norah Jones and Dolly Parton, do you like it?” “Damien, it's so nice.”

Eli whispered, “What is that?” “An old conditioning piece,” Damian said. His voice was barely audible. “We used it during Morningstar sessions.” Eli’s stomach dropped. “He’s recreating it.” “Yes.” The piano continued, soft and haunting. Then a voice came through the speakers — Carter’s voice. “Do you remember this song, Damian? You used to say it kept the monsters calm.” Damian’s jaw clenched. “He’s watching.” “You’re late,” the voice continued. “But then, you always did take your time getting to the truth.”

Damian reaches blindly upward toward the nearest object he can grab, his fingers close around a champagne bottle. “Jackson!” my throat burns as the word tears out of me, but before Damian can swing it, jackson sends a brutal punch straight into Damian’s jaw. Damian's head snaps back, and he staggers. Then, somehow, he still manages to fire one more wild shot. the bullet doesn’t hit anyone, instead, it slices upward and shatters the chain of the chandelier above us. For a heartbeat, everything is silent again. Every breath in the room seems to halt, the chandelier groans, then it falls.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

"You're out of your mind. Guys like you always think they're immune to the universe-until they're not. You've made some enemies, Damien. Big ones. And I'm not the only one coming for you.” His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before it was masked by a scornful laugh. "Spare me the theatrics, Aiden. You're just pulling straws." "Maybe," I allowed, shrugging despite the jolt of pain in my shoulders. "But it only takes one straw to break the camel's back. And you, Damien? You're carrying one hell of a load." It was before Damien could reply that the heavy doors of the warehouse swung wide with a deafening screech. The reverberating echoes of a hail of gunfire resounded off its walls.

Everywhere became quiet just then. Damian stuck out his ugly head from the water and looked around. “Damn it, babes. You don’t turn off the music!” He yelled. I was perfectly waiting behind.

I pointed the gun at Jimmy instead, then pulled the trigger without a moment of hesitation before anyone else could react. Unfortunately, I had never practiced shooting before. The bullet missed his head, grazing his cheek instead, before shattering a bottle of red wine behind him. Jimmy's eyes widened in stark terror, his face draining of all color. Derek's hand closed over mine, effortlessly prying the gun away. "Darling, this room is for our baby. A bloody mess would be rather inconvenient, wouldn't it?" Though his words were gentle, his eyes remained devoid of any genuine concern. Then, his gaze flickered to the ice cream on the counter. His brows drew together as he reached out, strokin

She started playing another song and singing it “You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word you say..I’m talking loud, not saying much…I’m criticized, but all your bullets ricochet…shoot me down, but I get up…I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose..fire away, fire away..Ricochet, you take your aim…fire away, fire away…” She stood up from the piano and ripped an unseen collar off as she continued singing as gun fire was heard in the background “You shoot me down, but I won’t fall..I am titanium….you shoot me down, but I won’t fall..I am titanium…” She helped the other Alpha’s escape their chains as she fought against the man with his back to the camera still singing