Lirik Behind Novels & Stories

Helen snapped before storming out. Laura stood frozen, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Be – Behind me?” The confusion was too much. Jerry’s fists clenched in response, and the tension in the room was intense.

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

"Nathaniel, what's that supposed to mean? You said you were bringing me home for the New Year, and now you're just going to stand here waiting for Bella?" Instead of answering, he fell into a rare, stony silence. I knew then he wasn't leaving anytime soon, so I slipped out the side door instead. I had barely reached the end of the alley when I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I ducked down by the wall of a nearby yard. His hoarse, desperate voice rang out. "Bella, if you've got guts, come out and face me! What's the point of hiding like this? "Whatever's between us, we can talk it out!"

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

Even stranger, Maggie hadn’t even deleted the backup, as if she wanted us to see it on purpose. Suddenly, I remembered a glint of reflected light under the passenger seat after practice that day—something like a tiny lens. A chill crept up my spine. I realized then that this carefully designed trap had been laid long ago. But who was behind it? And why were they determined to push us into a corner like this?

the staff member at the counter urged impatiently. The other students lining up nearby looked over at the commotion. Some of them recognized me and began gossiping. "Isn't that the little pet who broke up with her backer? I heard that she used to spend Zachary's money lavishly. Seems like she's broke now that she's been dumped." Another person spoke up loudly, his tone dripping with disdain. "Little pet? That's a nice way of putting it. Let's be frank here. She's nothing but a slut who sold her body for money. Didn't she get an award or something previously?"

"Marcus, you're unbelievable! I never want to see you again!" I got into my car crying and drove away. I went to a bar alone, pouring bottle after bottle down my throat while my tears kept flowing. When I was nearly unconscious from drinking, Henry came to find me. "Why did you drink so much?" I clung to his arm, sobbing uncontrollably. "I've already decided to give up, so why does it still hurt so much!" He gently stroked my hair and said, "Georgina, stop looking back. Look forward—maybe happiness is waiting for you there."

At the same time, her eyes flew open out of shock. "Don't worry. I won't do anything to you. Just go to bed." Suddenly, Jeremy's low and husky voice rang out from behind her. For some reason, he sounded so alluring and seductive. "Jeremy, don't make me look down on you," Joanna snapped while choosing to turn her back on him.

They burst into laughter, a distinct ringing in the background. Claire woke up to the sound of her alarm clock and turned it off. She laid back on her bed but she knew she couldn't go back to sleep again. She lazily stretched and got out of bed. As she washed her face, her mind flitted back to the dream she had. She started having weird dreams after the divorce. Dreams where she witnessed a couple during their affectionate moments. It was as if the universe was taunting her.

Rania chipped in. "Please start already. I'm sleepy." Jane, with a bored expression on her face, replied. They exchanged glances and nodded their heads in tacit understanding. Not too long after that, the chant of 'Spirit, spirit of the coin, please come out and play with us' echoing in the area. Lisa is staring at the group of human girls with a sour expression. "Human, and their desires..." *** Thalia was dumbfounded when she heard Maisarah's words.