Lana Del Rey Songs List の小説・ストーリー

His chuckle tells her he didn’t miss the sudden movement, the song finishing, and she goes to walk away, his hands keeping her close to him. Lana Del Rey – ‘Video games’ starts, and her body freezes, the memories of many years ago flooding through her mind. She ran, and she regretted it ever since, yet she knew the man was trouble, and here she is, with another man warning her. Is the song a sign to her to run again or not to be a fool? She can’t afford to lose this job, so she stays dancing, her sudden change not going unmissed.

Facing the mirror with only a towel covering her body, she checked out her reflection and smiled. After getting dressed, she opened her cellphone to browse on her social media accounts. “Lana Del Rey will be dropping her new album on the 13th of December,” she reads the caption on a pop-culture account's tweet on X (Twitter). Her eyes zoomed like an owl's and squealed in excitement. “Oh my goodness! Really!?,” she exaggeratedly said.

"For revenge?" Lana shook her head, She chuckled softly. "Yes, but that's not the only reason." Her face softened as she looked at Lucas. Lana sighed before standing up, "But, I'll need your help." She looked down at her feet. He stood up too, "of course. I'm here, whatever you need." ... In the days leading up to her concert, she worked tirelessly. First and foremost on the song. Then, composing. And finally, performing. At least, she tried to focus on rehearsals rather than obsessing over thoughts of Daniel. When she got a call from her investigators saying, she was not in the hospital's records.

Music 🎵🎶🎵🎶 Alright, let's go There's gonna be one less lonely girl(one less lonely girl) One less lonely girl(one less lonely girl) There's gonna be one less lonely girl(one less lonely girl) One less lonely girl How many I told you's and start overs And shoulders have you cried on before? How many promises be honest girl? How many tears you let hit the floor? How many bags you packed Just to take 'em back tell me that How many either or's (but no more)

If I wasn’t feeling so lazy, I’d get up and shut the windows just to block out any sounds of laughter and merriment. I grab my phone again, opening the Spotify app and typing for a sad songs playlist. I don’t like most of the combination of the artists in the playlists I find, so I settle for listening to Lana Del Rey’s Cinnamon Girl on replay. It’s embarrasing how I sing along miserably, and if I had an audience, I would've been stoned to death. I sigh, wishing I had the energy to cry, wishing I didn’t wake up feeling so numb like most of my emotions had been torched during my sleep. I close my eyes, willing myself to fall back asleep.

I think that will be an uncomfortable topic to talk about. "I listen to Why Don't We, LANY, LAUV and songs with the same genre as them." I answered otherwise, stirring the topic of her eyes off and trying to make her comfortable with me. "Wow! You really have a taste! Can I see your playlist, please?" She said and then stopped from walking to beg me which I found cute. I chuckled.

Meghan Trainor, Nicki Minaj- Nice to meet ya 19. Tatiana Manaois - Me and love don't get along 20. Tatiana Manaois - Like you 21. Lil nas x - That's what I want 22. Olivia Rodrigo - Good 4 u ✨✨✨✨ (I'll add recent songs later)

Then I started putting on my cream and undies. I chuckled, grabbing a towel to dry my hair. “Not to worry, I am right here. I will help you with that. Just give me a second.” As I dried off, Lyra started fiddling with the dress she was already putting on. Now I get it, and she wants to choose between the one she has on already and the one she brought with her. She turned her back so I could help her to zip it up. “So,” she began, “I’m not sure if this is okay or I should wear the blue one.”

I still love her as my best friend and that won't change, but she is now MY LUNA MY QUEEN. THE END

Her hands were pressed to her chest, and her cheeks were red like she had just seen the moon goddess herself. “What?” I asked, frowning a little. “Goddess, the Beta is so hot, my Luna!” she whispered loudly, almost squealing. I blinked at her. “Oh, please,” I muttered. “Calm down before you faint on my floor.” Lyra covered her face with both palms, kicking her feet a little like a pup. “I swear, if he ever smiles at me, I might just die happy.”