Crossroads Lyrics Bone Novels & Stories

I take a long and deep breath and we begin our walk to my most beautiful destination. It is like they truly know me; the real me. Some of my favorite soft alternative rock songs play in the background as we walk under the moonlight and stars. As we get halfway down the pathway, “Fade Into You,” by Mazzy Star plays and my eyes lock on the most gorgeous three pairs of eyes I have ever seen.

Oh Guess there is something, and there is nothing There is nothing in between And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer Watching over me, he's singing "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy" He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook" Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake

When you try your best but don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse The tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone but it goes to waste Could it be worse Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to FIX YOU. .................................................................................................. Enjoy reading - T

Brad set the GPS, which led them down Jones, right onto Drayton, left onto Liberty, right on Montgomery, left on Oglethorpe, then straight onto 17 North, which would take them over Talmadge Memorial Bridge and over the state line into South Carolina. Adele’s soulful voice crooned softly from the speakers, and Brad rolled down the driver’s side window so the breeze fluttered invisible fingers through his hair. He glanced over at Bias, who was looking back, and the two smiled at one another, communicating without words. Brad felt a sensation building in his chest like a bubble, expanding and growing, getting ready to bust. Only when they were over the bridge and into South Carolina did Brad re

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

The Bone Wastes whispered of death long before you crossed the border. The ground changed first—lush green fading to brittle white earth, cracked like sun-scorched skin. The trees thinned, replaced by towering bone-trees—skeletal structures made of ancient beasts long extinct, their ivory trunks humming with low, eerie vibrations. Selene rode at the front of the caravan, the twins swaddled safely in the runed cradle attached to her back. Kael rode beside her on his midnight-colored wolf-steed, his eyes sharp and scanning every movement in the distance.

Bright It was already daylight, and I was still driving aimlessly, the sky a dull gray and a bone-deep exhaustion weighing on me. All night I’d wandered roads I barely recognized, my mind stuck on a single certainty that flooded and tore at my heart: I couldn’t go on like this. Every mile I left behind only deepened the feeling that something inside me was breaking under the weight of this mistrust.

The familiar screams echoed through the woods. I watched Trevis, his eyes growing increasingly bloodshot, pupils contracting, and my heart quivered. Finally, Trevis made a move. He roared loudly, grabbed a brick, and viciously approached the fallen chauffeur. I tried to stand up to stop him, but after taking a step, I stumbled and fell. With a resounding thud, the brick struck the chauffeur's abdomen. 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!"

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You