Daya Songs Novels & Stories

The moment I found out that, I feel hurt and regretting. I know he’s happy now with his girlfriend and I am happy for them. I hope the girl wouldn’t hurt Adem as how he hurt me. “What song do you want to request?” Caye asked us and one of my favorite songs suddenly pops into my head. “Tadhana by Up Dharma Down,” I said to her quickly when Eloisa started thinking about what to request. “Just wait a sec and I’m going to look for an instrumental version of it,” She said and started searching on her phone. Tadhana or Destiny in an English word is one of my favorite Filipino Songs. I love its meaning as well.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

I could feel her staring intently at me and urging me on. “Dial 999,” she repeated, her tone soft but commanding, a mix of a songstress and a sergeant major. “Do not give in to weakness. Fight it. If not for you, for those who care about you. Your time is not through. Be brave…” My finger joints screamed in pain, or maybe it was me, as I managed to get the screen up and key in those three digits. It rang twice, and a voice answered. I was incoherent at this stage, my body slumping onto the cold stone, bile and rain saturating my clothes. I heard my voice slurred and unintelligible. I can only guess they traced my call from the phone.

"Serena saved my life as a kid. Don't say that stuff around her." A faint click—plastic against plastic. My hearing aid. "Got it. We know the deal." "Throwing away your life to repay a debt? You're too noble, Adrian." More laughter followed, and I bit down hard on the inside of my lip. "Serena's fragile," Daniela said. "Not like me. She can't handle you guys. Don't push her too hard." "Adrian," she said, her tone turning serious, "you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. So... tomorrow night, you and me. A date."

He knew that this would result in him falling into a pit, but there was a strong force pushing him to continue walking on this path, closer and closer to his demise. Daya took out a music sheet. “This one.” Alex took the sheet and read it. He realized the song was called ‘Six Eternities’. He was curious and asked, “Daya, all of your songs always seem to be heavily based on past lives. It feels like you like adding the element of magical swordsmen in them too. Do you like movies like that?” Daya smiled and shook her head. “I’ll tell you after we’re done playing the song, just keep reading it for now.”

Dylan's POV I look at the screen for a long time, but I don’t type anything back. My fingers become still, my chest feels tight and my head won’t slow down. I don’t like the question, and I don’t like how it feels too close to something real. So I close the laptop and push it away. “I’m not answering that,” I mutter, standing up.

I turned toward Jason, standing there in his perfect tuxedo, the man who had stood by my side without fail. He reached for my hand, our fingers locking together. I smiled, teasing. "Are you ready, Mr. Husband?" Jason’s eyes turned watery, full of love, warmth, certainty. His thumb traced over my knuckles, his voice soft, but unwavering. "I was ready a long time ago, Giovanna. From the day I realized I loved you." And when he kissed me—I knew I can finally be happy and free.

, Joy commented, making a fake angry expression, as she slapped Raphael's shoulder who snickered. I cleared my throat ready to go for an Indian song, which I learned from one of the featured songs on zee world titled Phir Bhi Tumko Chahunga. 🎶Tum mere ho iss pal mere ho 🎶 Kal Shayad yeh aalam na rahe 🎶Kuch Aisa ho tum na Raho 🎶Kuch Aisa ho hum, hum na rahein 🎶Yeh raaste alag ho jaaye

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

"We shall one day stand on the stage of highest honor and shine as brightly as the sun." I muttered softly, "I did it, Shawn. If there's a next life, I hope you'll achieve the same." A gentle breeze caressed my ears. I finally let go of my past in pursuit of a brand new future.