Clairo Softly Lyrics

"I can't love you" "I'm philophobic" she added softly as she stared into his glimmering blue eyes. "Then we've got a deal" he replied with an icy tone.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

[WARNING! MATURE CONTENT R18+!!] “You're the drug that I'm addicted to and I need you to survive,” Nicholas spills out. ********* Nicholas Grey, a well known philanderer and CEO of Grey Group of Companies who believes that true love does not exist, gets entangled with a celibate staff. After she ignores his amorous advances, the cold hearted billionaire fires her out of anger. What he feels is happiness gradually metamorphoses into a striking pain as he watches his company falling apart. An unexpected turn of incidents bring them together again and he realizes that denying their intense chemistry is almost impossible after he spends a night with her. She turns out to be the only temptation he can't resist despite his encounters with different women. What trick is she pulling on him that no one has ever done? Even true love, the lyrics say, can fade away like the morning dew. Will theirs ever fade away?

After waking up one day to discover I was coughing up flowers, everyone started giving me strange looks. It continued until my sworn enemy cornered me against a wall. His expression darkened as he chuckled softly and asked, "Oh, baby, have you been going out like this every day? Why don't you try mine instead?"

“Now listen to me carefully, Energia,” “This, is mine.” he said with his hands brushing my mouth. “This, is also mine.” I watched as his hands move down to touch my ass. My breathing quickened and just at that moment, in between my thighs dripped wet. “Did I forget to say this?” My mouth parted in shock as his hands reached through my joggers, cupping my sex. “Getting too excited, are we?” With a half-smirk, he asked. He then took my lips again. He softly bit it, making me cry out in pleasure. “And, this.” he murmured, with my breasts in his hand. He pinched the nipple and rubbed them softly with his thumb. “In fact, all of you. And, I refuse to share it with anyone at all. You are mine, Energia. Mine and mine only,” *** A sassy stripper named Serena. A ruthless Lycan Alpha named Luca. What happens when these two different people are brought together by the Moon Goddess? How about when two different enemies from both sides come forward with a quest to ruin them all? It's all a game. A game of the Mafias, Lycans, Hybrids, Witches and Elves.

"sorry you really think that is all, you think that will end it, you think that is all we need for the pain and mistakes you did to us, cut your craps Tony you are nothing but an asshole" Micheal said angrily "yes Michael I really hope saying I am sorry for the pain and mistakes I made will end everything" Tony said softly

"I am the one in charge, baby; I can do whatever I want," he said softly to Xianna, lightly biting her ears. She closed her eyes and remembered that the sexy male dancer she bought a year ago from that exclusive gay bar was the same guy who bought her from the Mafia, where her mother sold her. The man resembles her deceased boyfriend.

I always thought my wife was just an ordinary "brother-loving sister," the kind who would do anything for her brother. But one night, I watched in frozen horror as she dismembered her brother in our storage room. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and looked straight at me. She flashed her usual gentle smile. "Honey," she called softly, her voice sweet and familiar—exactly the same as always.

He married her to protect a lie. She married him to buy a chance to save a life. On paper, their marriage was a deal—no love, no promises. But when secrets began to surface—his father’s “accident,” her real last name, the company’s hidden war— they realized neither of them was who they seemed. Betrayal. Desire. A past that refuses to stay buried. He bent down and said softly, “Give me a chance. Let’s start over.”

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”