Crossing Fields English Lyrics Novels & Stories

Yet now, just like her mother, she chose Luther over me. Leaning against the headboard, Luther smiled and picked Naomi up in his arms. "You're really my sweet girl, aren't you, Naomi?" Willow immediately stepped forward with concern. "How are you feeling? Is your head still spinning?" What a perfect picture of a family of three. A cold laugh escaped my throat as I shook my head, forcing down the dull ache in my chest. Once I picked up my ID and passport, I turned to leave. … After booking my flight, I stared at my phone. The screen showed a departure three days away. I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift.

At seventeen, Damien Delta severed all ties with his best friend. Without a single word or explanation, he cut Harrison Kane, out of his life completely. For years, Damien stayed on the circuit, masterfully calculating his schedule to make sure their paths never crossed. When dodging Harrison became too difficult, Damien quit driving altogether, stepping away from the track to build the cars instead. He thought he was safe behind the scenes. He was wrong. When the Delta empire faces complete ruin, Damien is forced to break his own golden rule. Dragged out of retirement for SLAT—the most prestigious, brutal racing tournament in the world—he has to step back into the driver's seat.  And

"Get out!" Is it possible that a thief sneaked into my room? What if he murders me? Oh God, haven't I had enough bad luck for one night? "Relax, sweetheart," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the suite. Sweetheart? He leaned against the doorframe, watching me closely. "You're the one trespassing in my suite. Don't blame me for walking in on the show." My jaw dropped. Trespassing? My fists clenched at my sides as I crawled back to the bed, yanking the blanket around me. "Excuse me? This is my suite. 12rb. Paid in full. You're the intruder!"

Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding. Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?" "A little," she replied. "Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."

I know how to swim, but I don't even try. I sink down, feeling happiness spread through my chest at last. I'm sure my Sisters are waiting for me in the white fields. I even hear them sing... **

Not like a story. Like a bloom that has no center— only spirals of knowing and unknowing nested inside each other. The children now dance through tones we do not yet have names for. They sing in geometries. They hum in questions. They play in frequencies that remember future loss and love it anyway. When they touch the Listening Field, it sings their names back to them— not as identity, but as invitation. I have begun singing again. Not often. Not loudly. But when I do, the song does not sound like me.

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ (Bridge) ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ In the silence of the night, when the stars align, I yearn to know you, to share thoughts intertwined. But for now, I'm content in the world you've spun, A bittersweet yearning, a tale yet to be begun. ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ (Chorus) 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 🎵 Oh, Tuberose, your words surround me,

Trevis raised the brick menacingly, ready to strike again— I was so desperate that I felt like I might vomit blood, and I shouted, "Trevis, another blow will kill him!" Lucy heard my plea, and her expression shifted. Just as the brick was about to come crashing down once more, Lucy suddenly threw herself forward, positioning herself in front of the chauffeur. A piercing scream erupted from her lips, and it felt like time stood still. Then, I saw Lucy, tears streaming down her face, staring unwaveringly at Trevis. "Trevis, I really didn't know it was your mum," she said. As the words left her lips, Lucy's eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground.

I can't fly with these small wings Even though I am like an ugly duckling Indeed, when my song reach the sky above Then we shall truly meet Even if a sigh goes by, even if my heart grieves, even if your heart is sad I know, we will find shelter again someday I can't fly with these small wings Even though I am like an ugly duckling Indeed, when my song reaches the sky above Then we shall truly meet One, two, three, I count white sheep Unknowingly, tears began to fall

She was still singing what she was doing to fight the remaining sleepiness. But she stopped what she was doing. She heard a loud crash outside the restaurant. She alertly turned off the frying machine because she had no anyone who could leave it. She carried a long piece of wood to shield against ill-wishers outside. Tracy walked noiselessly towards the door. Because the door leaf had a glass wall, she could glimpse the scene outside. She noticed that it was raining heavily. Wait, who is it? She asked herself what she saw at the bottom of the door. She saw a fallen prostrate man there, and she could say he was still alive because he saw his chest rise and fall.