Novel & Cerita Castle Crumbling Taylor Swift

i bet he is sad asf #camnicisreal #camnic5ever @taylorfixme i'm two minutes away from punching u right in the face through my phone #onlyifitwerepossible @camerontaylornotswift Let's see how long she lasts!!! i mean she does seem tuff asf, but people often break under glitz and glamour and fame. it is not seriously for everyone. dhjsjs hope she lasts (not!) @taylorscissorsiykwim BUUUUT LMFAO ya all be talking like u all are celebrities and millionaires?? LMFAOOO im laughin so hard like???

Images of protesters banging on Taylons Enterprises' glass doors ran in continuous loops along with commentator speculation on the company's future. Headlines like "The Fall of Taylor Fury" and "From Heir to Villain: The Collapse of Taylons Enterprises" was the headline on every station. Each time it played, it sounded like the final nail in his coffin. Taylor sat in his office, eyes glued to the screen as his career imploded in front of him. The room was dark except for the blue light of the TV, strobing across his face like a strobe light. A glass of whiskey was clutched in his hand, his father's favorite brand, the amber liquid shaking with the faltering grip. The voices on the screen see

" oh? Won't you tell me why you spent an hour in the Shower, or are you... " " I think I have developed a crush on someone. " I suddenly said interrupting my cousin, Sia. " What! " She exclaimed Suprised. " When? , How and on Whom? " She asked. " Calm down Sister Sia, I only told you that I have a crush on Someone and not that I am getting married, alright? " I said. " I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? "

I look up and he stops in front of our table. “Mr O’Rourke said to prove who you are. We have had many people come here recently saying they are Cassandria Bristol-Romano. So a demonstration, if you will. He said you would know what that means.” He says and I smile. I look at Ivan. Igor and Tati and they are ready to jump up and cause a good old fashioned Irish bar brawl. I raise my hand and they stay seated. “Gladly,” I stand and drain my pint. I wink at Tati. Before I turn and walk towards the band. I ask them to play a certain song. Tam Lin known as Glasgow Reel.

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤Untouchable Song by Taylor Swift ❤ ❤Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you I'm caught up in you Untouchable Burning brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

One Saturday morning, I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the fact our house smelled like Wonderland. It's the same song she repeatedly hums, which started irritating Ares and me. The death song. Shake it off by Taylor Swift. She would sing that song whenever she was super happy because of its hype beat, but the lyrics are about shaking off romance. I don't know why she would be satisfied with a song like that, but the way she sang seems funny yet horrifying.

After a few minutes, the pain recessed, like a hand once clutching the insides of my stomach just decided to have pity on me and unclench its hard hold, the pain reducing in waves. I stared at the remaining content in the cup, my mouth twisting wearily from side to side as I pushed it forward away from me, not having anything left in me to stomach the remaining content. It's just a little, anyways. I picked my phone up and searched for all Lana Del Ray songs available on my phone and arranged them side by side before connecting my phone to the Bluetooth fixed into the huge set in the sitting room. Lana Del Ray soft voice started drifting out from the speakers, the beats vibrating loudly and