Gasoline Lyrics

As my due date approached, a massive discrepancy surfaced in the Galante family's arms accounts. The leadership made a swift decision. They sent me, Sophia Vitale, the Don's wife, the woman everyone claimed had nothing better to do, to personally inspect the armory and verify the inventory. I believed it was a routine check. I never imagined my husband's godsister, Monica Leone, would use it as cover to blow up the entire armory. The explosion was deafening. Fire ripped through the sky. Concrete collapsed around me, crushing my body as a searing pain tore through my abdomen. I did not call my husband on his highest-priority private line. Instead, I sent a distress signal to my father. In my previous life, the moment the explosion occurred, I had used that same priority channel to call my husband. The child had survived. Monica had been obliterated in the blast. My husband had claimed he did not blame me. He had said Monica was an outsider and that an heir mattered more. He had spared no expense, hiring elite obstetric specialists to monitor me day and night. He had told me to stay calm and wait for delivery. Then, on the day I went into labor, he personally locked me and the baby inside an abandoned warehouse drenched in gasoline and burned us alive. "If you hadn't deliberately delayed, she wouldn't have died. Do you really think playing the innocent victim could fool me? Dream on," he said. "You like playing with fire so much? Fine. I'll let you experience her despair yourself." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the armory, at the exact moment of the explosion.

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

Sa murang edad ni Clariza ay natutunan nyang umibig. Subalit ang una niyang pag-big ay hindi katulad ng pangkaraniwan sapagkat hindi niya nakita si Joseph. Sa pamamagitan lamang ng text sila nag-usap at sa ganoong paraan niya ito minahal. Nagpakilala si Joseph kay Clariza bilang pump attendant ng isang gasoline station. Lingid sa kaalaman ng dalaga na nag-iisang tagapagmana ang binata ng pamilya Villa Fuente at Monreal. Itinago ng binata ang kanyang estado sa buhay upang sukatin ang pag-ibig sa kanya ng dalaga. Naging tapat naman ang pag-iibigan nila pero isang araw ay nagbago iyong lahat. Dahil sa isang mabigat na dahilan ay nakipaghiwalay si Joseph kay Clariza. Labis na ikinadurog ng puso ng dalaga ang biglaang pakikipaghiwalay sa kanya ni Joseph. Mula noon ay nangako si Clariza sa sarili niya na hindi na siya iibig pang muli. Mabilis na lumipas ang sampung taon. Lingid sa kaalaman ni Clariza ay matagal na siyang nagtatrabaho sa lalaking nanakit sa kanya. Si Engr. Joseph Kristian Monreal Villa Fuente. Isang kilalang inhinyero at isang multi-billionaire. Tatlong taon siyang hindi umuwi sa Pilipinas dahil sa kagagawan ni Venus, ang babaeng sumira ng maganda nilang relasyon ni Clariz. Sa kanyang pagbabalik sa Pilipinas ay dumeretso siya sa resort na pag-aari niya. Nakilala niya nang personal ang supervisor na laging ipinagmamalaki sa kanya ng kanyang assistant. Sa unang pagtatama ng paningin nila Joseph at Clariza at sa simpleng ngiti ng dalaga ay agad na nahumaling ang binata. Dala ng kuryusidad ay natuklasan ng binata na ang babaeng napupusuhan niya ay siya rin ang babaeng iniwan at sinaktan niya sampung taon na ang nakalipas. Pano makukuhang muli ni Joseph ang puso ni Clariza? May pangalawang pagkakataon pa ba ang kanilang magmamahalan gayong hindi na handang muling umibig ang dalaga?