Did It On Em Lyrics Novels & Stories

But something slips inside, settling into the space between heartbeats. I open the phone again, my fingers barely registering as they swipe the screen. The group chat is still there. Emmett has just sent a message. EM: [goodnight, trouble] EM: [dreams that don’t involve men in black suits] Too late. I type one word into their chat, not to +39. KR: [always] Then I kill the light.

The pictures followed. Clara in her silk dress, holding onto Damian. Damian’s unfocused eyes, his hand limp against her waist. The shot of them entering the suite. A bold caption in the corner: “Passion Behind Closed Doors.” The phone slid from Emery’s hands, hitting the tiled floor with a dull thud. Her mother looked up, concern in her voice. “Emery? What is it?” Emery forced a smile, shaking her head. “Nothing, Mama. Just… spam.” Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her. She turned back to the pot, stirring as if her life depended on it.

"So you don't have to worry no more Baby no dey worry no more If all I can do is to sing to you To make you smile I will sing all your favorite songs. I'll be there to sing to you your favorite songs Just to watch you dancing to your favorite song Gon' tell you I love you with your favorite melodies..." When Emma and I split up because of that stupid set up photo I sang this song. When I had to leave Nigeria when I didn't want to, I sang this song. When I found out about what had happened to Emma with that Kyle guy, I sang this song. The song was my rock and that was why I sang it with so much passion. It has too much memories attached to it. ~*~ "Who is that song for?" Mike asked after we w

' thought Emmy in silence. However, the silence in the car was immediately broken by a loud voice singing, "Cikini ke Gondangdia, I'm like this because of him—" Emmy also giggled when she heard the current viral song from Mercy's car sound system, which took her home to her grandparents' simple house. Today wasn't so bad for her. Who knows what tomorrow will be like? Will Emmy's seniors stop bullying her?

She had tried every possible means to give Luke the greenlight that she was in love with him. "Are you insane or stupid? Have you lost it? When did you become my caregiver or something that can tell me when I feel good or not. You're one of those critics that has decided to put my name in the mud with your constant gossip, I'm gonna make you pay for it right now." The atmosphere of the office was filled with tension as Luke stood up from his seat and immediately locked the door with his biometrics. Pitch was visibly scared because she hadn't seen the boss in that kinda mood and she couldn't predict what was going to happen next. "What are you trying to do sir." Pitch was very scared as she w

And now he had paid the price. This brought him to drop on his knees on all fours, dug his fingers on the muddy ground and broke down. He never cried this hard in his life; it was excruciating and a wave of heart wrenching sorrow ripped throughout his being, making his sobs heavy and ragged. Two halves of the same whole had just lost its other half. With his final thought, all he could say through his salty tears was... "I love you, Serena." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

her voice creaks and breaks "You trapped me, you trapped me in that pathetically broken prison you call a heart but I've finally got out..." a giggle follows "you didn't like that lipstick stain on his shirt did you" "Lipstick stain" realization hit Emily like a bus "That lipstick stain, you planted it there" she points a finger up in the air, pointed at a person she couldn't see

At least he was using protection with others, she thought, her heart twisting in agony in her chest. “It is bad sound quality,” he continued briskly as they moved on again, though his neck and cheeks flushed vividly red. “But it will give you some idea, and the lyrics and music are in my notebook, by your feet. Thanks, again, Em,” he said the last so quietly that it was barely more than a murmur.

But when he clicked on the notifications and started watching everybodies videos … he quickly found out they weren’t at the twin’s house anyway. What. The. Fuck. The videos were titled “roadtrip” and “road-trippin”. They were blasting music and all of them were singing and dancing stupidly. Quinn felt the smallest pang of jealousy that they were all having so much fun. The one on Em’s page showed her hanging her head out the window. She was scream-singing “I get knocked down but I get up again.. you’re never gonna keep me down!!” She was singing it with an accent and Quinn accidentally grinned at it because it was so cute.

I tell myself. As soon as he gets in I start my engine and drive away. "Slow down we're not racing," Emery tells me. I slow down and turn the song Love You Like A Love Song. I began to sing to this song. I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat (oh)