Last Night Song Lucy Spraggan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

I didn't mean to upset you. She still couldn't hear me. Her fury only intensified. "Fine, then stay silent. Your Dad lied, cheated, and gambled. He ended up getting hacked to death, and I guess you want to follow in his footsteps. Since you're so fond of the attic, stay here tonight. Stay here forever!" The door slammed with a thunderous bang, dislodging a loose wooden board from the attic ceiling. I flinched, but for some reason, I felt a strange flicker of relief.

"I know you want to marry me soon. I do too. Next year. We'll definitely get married next year, okay?" The faint smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as it brushed against my neck. However, this time, I did not melt like I used to. I pushed him away and slapped him. "Nolan, I've made myself very clear, we're breaking up. I'm not marrying you." That slap did not just wake him up. Even Silvia, sprawled on the couch, seemed to sober up a little.

she knits her brows together, her nose bridge wrinkling under her glasses. "You haven't stopped talking for a minute, Lucy. Please, if not for anything else, do it for me. If you love me, gift me with silence and peace." "What's wrong with you? Why are you so moody?" Lucy throws herself leaning on the table with her elbow rested on the wooden surface and head lying in her hand, her blue-green eyes full of boredom. "I'm just tired. We came back so late last night, I didn't have the chance to get proper sleep," I shrug exhausted and apathetically swirl my fork in the supposed dish of spaghetti.

The crowd is still on uproar but the loudest scream is coming from Gabriel's table particularly from his pale face friend. "Our last song for tonight's set is everything after the fall." I decided to be cryptic about the introduction for our last song and then again, I am amazed just by how the crowd fell into silence again as if they are all waiting for us to play. I've never seen such respectful crowd before. "This is Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri." Gabriel's "I know I can't take one more step towards you Cause all that's waiting is regret Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

“You’ve been so wrapped up in your fear that you didn’t notice she’s been crumbling.” That hit like a slap. “She’s trying to be okay,” Lucy continued. “But she can’t carry everyone anymore. Not you, not Ethan, not Jasper. And definitely not herself.” I leaned against the counter, hands in my pockets. “I don’t know what to do.” “Figure out what you want, Liam. And if it’s her… don’t wait.” --- Later that day, I passed her door and stopped. I could hear faint music playing. Her kind of music. Soft acoustic. Probably one of those artists who made everything feel like a rainy afternoon.

she said. Voice calm. Strong. There I stood, facing her. A pause filled the space between us. Footfalls soft, Ronan hung back just enough proof he understood some things belong to one person alone. “I felt you last night,” I said. “The song, the pack.” Elara’s gaze lifted. Met mine. “We all did. That song last came from The Hollow when the world still ran on untouched spells.” My eyes flicked toward Ronan. A small movement of his head said it was okay to continue.

“Yes.” The moment after Dave passed from there, Ain let out a long breath, thinking about her fate, what will happen tomorrow and what if her father never wants to believe her? So inner. Until it didn't feel that his phone vibrated a few times. Then he blinked. Sexy girl groups Salsa : “Where are you?” Salsa : “You're not at home?” Lia : “Who the hell do you mean?” Salsa : “you two of those!” Lia : “Polite, you and I know!”

“Because we’re supposed to be here for MY album.” “That’s the issue, though, isn’t it?” Mac Daddy questions. “Lucy here tells me that you have taken from her? That you heard her demo and stole her song?” I burst out laughing, unable to control it. Is that really what all of this is? This short, pale white woman with her hair in such a high ponytail it looks like extensions? “Oh? And what song is this that I ‘stole’ from Lucy?” I bark back, still laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Little Fashionista "Yes, I'm already here, Raf. You should actually arrive by now because your condo is nearer to the building. I even arrive earlier than you, what the hell? Did you overslept or what?" I irritatedly asked the person on the other line. I am frowning, a little irritated that Raf isn't still here when he is really needed here. I heard his faint voice on the other line. "I had some...fun last night, Trin. Come on." My jaw dropped. By 'fun', it's not a normal fun It's the other kind of fun whenever he speaks that!