Just Around The Riverbend Lyrics Novels & Stories

But, if he or she was listening—and he or she believed in mercy—I needed a massive chunk of it right about now. “Come on,” I growled. As I soared over the Adderscape Bridge, I breathed a sigh of relief. The Riverbend outer city limits ended about a mile up the road. Which meant nothing but clear, straight roads for miles. I looked down at my gas tank and smiled. I still had three-fourths of a tank. And there was no way in hell those idiots would outdrive me in the gas-guzzling low-rider they had. If anything, I could keep traveling from city to city. Heading nothing but north until they ran out of gas or pulled over for some.

I explain. "What song?" he inquires, even though he already knows it's my favorite. "The one you just sang," I reply, absentmindedly playing with my hair, which won't be there for much longer. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you?" His voice is flawless. I used to play this song when I couldn't fall asleep. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be." I feel his fingers gently combing through my hair. It's a reflex, they say, in moments like these. Perhaps he's as tired as I am. "Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you." I resist the urge to close my eyes, wanting to hea

Virginia and Bethany were sat together, singing the words to the Cups song together; it warmed my heart to see how selfless and supportive Virginia was being, how she made sure Bethany was included in our family evening, “I got my ticket for the long way round Two bottles of whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I'm leaving tomorrow, what do you say When I'm gone When I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone I got my ticket for the long way round The one with the prettiest of views It's got mountains It's got rivers It's got sights to give you shivers But it su

I was only seven when my dad, Michael Carter, jumped into the river to save a drowning man. I was still playing in the sand on the riverbank. By the time a crowd had gathered and Dad was pulled from the water, his body had turned blue. He wasn't breathing. And the grown man Dad had risked his life to save? He swam back to shore on his own, shook off the water, muttered, "Just my luck," and walked away. Mom never smiled again after that. She worked three jobs to keep our family afloat. A year later, she collapsed from exhaustion at the textile mill and never woke up. Every spring, Grandma took me to visit their graves. She would cry and say the same thing every year. "If only I hadn't taken y

His left hand took my right, tucking it beneath his jacket against his hard chest as his other hand splayed wide on my lower back. Even in my heels, the top of my head barely came to his jaw, and I felt small and insignificant in the crowd of people. I held myself stiff at first, concentrating only on holding back the screams that threatened to burst free. But gradually, I gave in to the music pulsing through my veins as we swayed to the beat in the small space we were allotted by the crowd.

She was stunned. Her husband’s voice was rich and beautiful. He was singing better than the owner of the song. Finally, we are here now I've been waiting all my life, whoa Every day you're all I think about, yeah My mind, it's like a river and you always bathe in the water Oh, I prayed for you Oh, I cried for you I can't believe we're here at last Oh, I prayed for you Oh, I cried for you I can't believe we're here at last

he affirmed. "But there's no music here," she pointed out. "I've got that covered," Ian said, producing his music player from his bag. Kim couldn't help but laugh, "Oh my God, you came prepared?" "Of course. Now, get up, and let's get ready." With the music filling the air, they moved in harmony to the tune of Ellie Goulding's "How Long Will I Love You." As the song concluded, Ian cupped Kim's cheek, gazing into her eyes. "How long will I love you?" he posed.

I never saw such a kind look in any man's eyes. “I'm happier you came back home, though,” River said. “Me too,” I said truthfully. “You have a beautiful son, by the way,” River said softly. I bit my lip and looked away. “Thanks.” The song stopped. River stared at me with this expression that I didn't understand. River opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped. A loud, fast song started. It was Honky Tonk Stomp by Brooks and Dunn. River’s eyes flashed with amusement.

“I can’t stop… I’m so close.” Just then, my phone buzzed on the floor near the couch. I ignored it at first, too deep in the rhythm, too lost in the feeling of her—but then it buzzed again. And again. “Who the hell is that?” Amber panted, barely slowing down. I reached down, grabbing the phone off the floor, swiping up the screen. River: “Can we meet? I’m at the playground nearby.” “It’s important. Please.” I froze for a second. River? At midnight?

“I know it’s hard to trust right now, especially after everything I put you through.” “I trust you,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible but full of conviction. With one simple sentence, River knew that they could overcome any obstacle together. He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her into his embrace more tightly. Riley crumbled into River’s embrace, her body trembling with sobs as she buried her face in his chest. His muscular arms enveloped her, providing a sense of security and warmth that she desperately needed. Gentle fingers brushed through her hair, caressing her scalp and easing the tension in her body. “Just let it all out, Riley. I’ve got you,” River’s voice was a so