Haunting Lyrics Halsey Novels & Stories

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

“I flew home, stood at your grave, feeling a void of not having you around. I avoided everything that reminded me of you… Until one night I sat in bed reminded of your smile, Your eyes, your golden blonde hair… Now I stay with your ghosts.” My chest felt tight... I felt both seen and heard. I didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like the singer went into my heart and knew exactly how I felt. I look at the screen on the dash. Rae Hartley. Interesting... “I sing to your ghost, dance with your ghost. I listen to your voicemail — any piece of you is precious and beautiful.”

She didn't want to be with him like this. "No! I said no! Can't you hear me? Let go! You're hurting me... It hurts... It really hurts..." Her cries of pain made Shaun's heart twist and tingle. He leaned down to kiss her, whispering, "Be quiet." Halsey's hands dug into his arm, scratching through his suit fabric until they drew blood. Shaun buried his face in her neck. In the darkness, everything felt chaotic. He greedily breathed in the sweet, soft scent of her skin, kissing her earlobe.

Find it anyway. There was a pause before GhostByte replied. “You’ve got a shadow, Cass. And they’re close. Closer than you think.” She glanced toward her window, the night pressing in like it was listening. Cass’s hand tightened around the edge of her desk. “Closer than I think” wasn’t a phrase she could afford to take lightly. Cass: Location. GhostByte: Working on it… But there’s interference. Whoever this is, they know how to muddy the trail.

I quickly changed the station. I heard a soft chuckle coming from Dalon making me smile. This song is so weird. Like how can singles enjoy this one? I kept changing stations because all of them had advertisements. And finally I got one which was about to play a song. “This song is ‘drive’ by Halsey. Enjoy.” The female broadcaster said. How ironic? Drive and we’re driving. Damn the beginning is like we’re actually in a car. It makes like we’re in the music video.

The exhale of breath that did not belong to her. Once, she heard her name. Spoken softly. Almost kindly. She buried her face in her pillow and cried without sound. Ben felt the weight of it all slam into him at once. This was not curiosity. This was not desired. This was possession. The dream pulled hard, dragging him back through the hallway, past the lantern, past the table where the ribbon still lay. He felt her fear crest, desperate and sharp, a sense of being hunted tightening around her ribs. She was not alone.

But for the sake of Myla, she couldn't allow herself to be daunted. The moon above, still casting its eerie, crimson glow, seemed to cast its benevolent light upon Hailey, as if recognizing the solemnity of the moment. It was as though the very heavens awaited the outcome of her spell, as if the universe itself held its breath, uncertain if the laws of life and death could be bent to her will. Closing her eyes, Hailey began to chant incantations, her voice initially shaky but steadily gaining strength with each uttered word. The words she spoke held ancient power, a force that could reshape reality itself, but they also held a profound vulnerability, as if she were laying her very soul bare.

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

He was hovering above her, his eyes searching hers for the answer she was reluctant to give. Hailey's eyes filled with fresh tears as she sobbed softly, her chest heaving. She didn't want to relive the nightmare, but the weight of it was too much to hold back. "It... it felt so real," she whispered, her voice trembling as she recalled the unsettling sensation of those unfamiliar lips in the darkness. "I thought it was you, but it wasn't... and it scared me, Cassian. I couldn't—"

Suddenly, Whitney thrust a fist to her chest and sang the chorus with conviction. “Tell me how’s it feel sittin’ up there Feeling so high but too far away to hold me? You know I’m the one who put you up there Name in the sky Does it ever get lonely? Thinking you could live without me Thinking you could live without me Baby, I’m the one who put you up there I don’t know why (yeah I don’t know why.)” To Hollis, it sounded like she felt those lyrics. Singing along from experience rather than enjoying a popular break-up track. Once Halsey’s last verse faded away, Hollis gently turned the volume down so she could speak.