Dear Theodosia Lyrics Novels & Stories

His ‘Little Red’? I dropped my head as the memories of how we came to this rushed to me. 2 WEEKS AGO ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞THEODORE∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ "Theodore… harder. Fuck, don’t stop!" Veronica’s voice cracked the air, her legs locked around my waist, her nails dragged down my back like claws. "God, yes! Just like that!" She praised and begged me, but I wasn’t listening.

he asks Kennedy. She states she has no clue. Jackson states he doesn’t know either. At Jackson’s surrender, I announce The Rembrandts sing I’ll Be There for You. Moments pass before Jackson enlists the assistance of his cell phone. He claims he knows the song he is looking for; he just needs help with the exact lyrics. “And good pals are good pals for all the years,” Jackson’s deep masculine voice begins. I recognize the song but need to remember the artist. “If the Son of God’s the Son of God of them.”

His shadow fell over me, and I could feel the heat of his breath as he leaned closer. His fingers brushed against my cheek, trailing along my skin in a way that made me flinch. “What’s your deal with Theodora anyway, that she wants you so bad?” he asked, his tone sharp like he was accusing me of something. “I don’t know,” I whispered through my sobs, my voice trembling. “Please don’t give me back to her.” My words tumbled out fast, almost desperate, my tears soaking my face. I didn’t want to get hit again.

Making his slightly sweet, gorgeous face appear slightly more mysterious. Theós didn’t bother to acknowledge the other handsome man in the room. His dark eyes still roaming over my ugly, sniffling face and chapped, trembling lips. “Why does she look like she’s about to cry?!” The handsome man growled, “What did you do Theós?!” “I don’t know!” Theós growled back, his attention finally snapping away from me. “She doesn’t want to eat Aries! She needs to eat!” “Have you tried asking-”

I guess he knows my favorite song. Without saying a word, Eros took the guitar he was hanging inside and returned to the front of the Veranda. While facing him, he started playing the guitar followed by the first lyrics. [Take me as you are, push me off the road... the sadness I need this time to be with you] "I don't regret meeting Zach even for a moment," I whispered. [i'm freezing in the sun, I'm burning in the rain... the silence I'm screaming, calling out your name]

"You weren't coming to me, so I had to come to you. This is a love letter for you, Ri. I've come to you as you encouraged me to do." I widened my eyes in disbelief.

After a dreadful and rigorous review for five months, here she is, one step closer to the dream. It can be seen by her looks that she is exhausted — dark circles, pale skin, messy hair, but she doesn’t care. All she wants is that one of the most coveted titles in the world, the “Atty.” before her name. She turned on her Bluetooth speakers, played her favorite Taylor Swift playlist, and sang along with it. She wholeheartedly sung the first stanza of Cornelia Street. She hurriedly made her breakfast, took a bath, dressed up, booked a cab, and went out.

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.

I don’t wish to break the flow but I want you all to feel this chapter by hearing out the song once so that you can figure out the mood of the chapter as well as the emotions of the protagonists ! The song is: The Greatest Thing by Cher ft. Lady Gaga Toodles !

I stayed where I was, gripping my wine glass tighter than necessary. Theodore spun her smoothly. His hand slid to her waist. Too low and familiar, My jaw tightened. How dare he touch my wife? I stepped forward. Before I could reach them, the music changed again. A song about death, rebirth, and obsessive love.I cut in without asking. Snatched Anastasia from his hold and pulled her close. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly. She blinked slowly. “I’m… not okay.” Her voice sounded distant. “My head feels heavy.” My brows furrowed.