Chasing Rainbows Bmth Novels & Stories

So as we get out of the car, Brooke looks over to me, “Please be careful, Tyler.” I only but nod my head at her, and with a few hand signals, the Marshall shows for us to continue towards the front door of the house. As sleek as a tiger, we move to the door. We take absolute haste in making our way through the garden. I feel the wet leaves brush against my skin as I slowly move through them. My shoes sink into the mud. The rain beats against my face. Exhilaration consumes my body. With each step, the adrenaline starts pumping. Everything around me seizes to exist. It is Brendan and me. It is me and the elimination of danger. I check my gun. I secure my knife. I push forward. I need to find t

“One of the things is not like the other, Make a rainbow with all of the colours Baby, though when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like meeee Ooh ooh oohhhhhh I'm the only one of me, baby that's the fun of me…” They both paused the makeup and sang along Tylor Swift's ‘Me’ “No, you can't spell Awesome without ME!...” ★★★★★★

*songs* Cadmium- Ghost James Bay- Us Illenium- Crawl outta love ****** "Scott never comes to any family function or stuffs like these" Danielle shook her head while still looking at Scott through the window. I stared at him too and now he was just looking around. David was still talking but with someone else that joined them. Scott looked terribly bored. "Why? Why doesn't he come?" I ask.

The effect was instantaneous and deeply horrifying. As the chanting harmonized with Tala's roaring storm, the very composition of the atmosphere altered. The freezing, magically corrupted rain falling from the sky didn't just turn to ice mid-air—it absorbed the emerald light of the witches' spell. The moment the glowing green droplets struck the pale, rubbery flesh of the ascending blood-born, the transformation began.

She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found

“I saw you like a flash, purple skittle in the storm. Colors on fire, your spirit so warm. You’re the chaos, the spark that breaks the mold. And I’m the steady beat to your heart of goooold.” Auðr belted out the words, winking at me. This is a new song. He wrote a new song. He wrote a new song about ME. “Taste the rainbow, mutha fucka!” Everyone in the band shouted. “You shouted so loud. Bringing warmth to my cold in that wild-hearted crowd. You’re the chaos, I’m the rock, but somehow, we blend. Finding heat in the balance, lovers ‘til the eeeennnnnd” Rhapsody joined Auðr in the chorus.

Mmh, oh yeah, baby Rain on me Livin' in a world where no one's innocent Oh, but at least we try, mmh Gotta live my truth, not keep it bottled in So I don't lose my mind, baby, yeah I can feel it on my skin (It's coming down on me) Teardrops on my face (Water like misery) Let it wash away my sins (It's coming down on me) Let it wash away, yeah I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive Rain on me, rain, rain Rain on me, rain, rain I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive Rain on me, rain, rain Rain (Rain) on (On) me Rain on me Rain on me Oh yeah, yeah Rain on me, ooh yeah Rain on me Rain on me, ooh Hands up to the sky I'll be your galaxy I'm about to fly Rain on me, tsunami Hands up to the sk

Kieran doesn’t get to reply as Seth’s lips are on his again, sucking and nibbling harder, taking till Kieran feels like his insides are crumbling with need. Seth pulls back suddenly and spins him around, pressing his front against the cold wall. He gasps as Seth wraps a hand around his waist and rubs his ass against his groin. Kieran gasps at the friction, his boner growing a tent in his pants, but just as Seth shoves his hand into Kieran’s pants, thunder rumbles in the sky, and it starts pouring in heavy drops of rain. Fuck. What a cockblocker.

She had no idea how long she’d been staring into the void like an abandoned cat at a party. Then the DJ took over. The lights dimmed, neon strips came to life, and the music switched to a dance beat. Guests started flocking to the dance floor, while she scanned the area again. Where is Baron? Did he see me? Is he coming? She hoped he would. Curious, she looked up and squinted at the colorful concoction. “What is that?” The bartender smiled knowingly. “We call it Melon Sangria,” she explained, carefully pouring a generous portion into a mason jar. “It’s our house special—fresh, fruity, and just a little dangerous.”

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.