Lirik Save Me Novels & Stories

I asked, voice barely a whisper, trembling with guilt. I wanted him to shake his head. I wanted him to lie. But instead, his expression darkened. His hand clenched, and that was all the answer I needed. “Why?” I whispered again, already overwhelmed by the weight of it all. “Why did you save me?” I didn’t expect a response. I knew he couldn’t speak. I didn’t even know why I asked. But then… something I never expected happened. The corner of his lips tugged upward, just slightly. His cold expression softened — cracked.

The worries in my heart had not subsided. "Wait for me there. I'll be there soon." After hanging up the phone, I said to Luke, "Go to Sacred Heart Hospital!"

The letter said: [Thank you, Jeffrey! I knew he was not coming back the moment I left the surgery room. However, I could not die yet. I had to make Justin’s dream come true. "To keep Garvos and its people peaceful forever." It might sound silly, a big tough guy who grew up around danger having such a sweet dream. However, I believed in him, and so did Garvos. I actually could see just fine. I only made myself blind because I was scared I could not fool you. Oh, by the way, you guys did a terrible job at imitating his voice.

Hopelessness gripped my heart as I watched the yacht move further and further away from me, but I didn't give up and continued to scream for help. "Save me! Somebody save me!" Just as I was about to fall into a pit of despair, a person appeared on the yacht. The woman switched on a torchlight and aimed it at the ocean's surface. She had heard my cries for help. I was about to be saved! Unbridled joy surged through my heart in an instant. I hastily swam in the direction of the torchlight's rays, still yelling, "Help! Help me! Save me, please!" Using the last of my strength, I kept swimming until I reached the side of the yacht. A ladder was dropped down for me. I nearly slipped from the rungs

I asked He turned to me and smiled. "Hey, slow down a bit, I'm not going to eat you?" He said I looked at him with fear in my eyes. Was he really going to really eat us? I don't even know if he is a human being. Anyway, I don't have a choice but to follow him for now. He opened the gate, I was blinded by the amount of light that came out from the gate. He held my hand and said, "Trust me"

"If I didn't save you that time, what will happen to you?" Niccolo asked her wife as they lay down in their soft and comfy bed. It's twelve midnight, but they are still awake. Casey looked at her husband's eyes and smiled. She shrugs her shoulders and said, "I don't know what will happen to me that time. Thank God because you saved me from being hopeless. You saved me, Mr. Billionaire. My husband saved me and I was so thankful for that."

She's beautiful. She looked at me, and in that moment, I saw it—the sorrow pooling in her gaze, heavy and unspoken. Her lips trembled, and then, as if the weight of it all became too much, tears began to spill down her cheeks. A silent ache gripped my chest. She was crying. Then she spoke. Her mouth moved, and though her voice was barely more than a whisper, I heard it clearly, cutting through the air between us. "Save me..." My breath hitched. The words clung to me, desperate, pleading. But how? From what? From who? A thousand questions swarmed my mind, but none of them mattered as much as the one thought that rang loud and clear—sino siya?

🎼Cloud rumbling, me going gaga🎼 🎼Me going crazy, for your love🎼 🎼Baby touch me as I touch you🎼 🎼Baby love me as I love you 🎼 🎼Cause I want you tonight 🎼 🎼 Fireworks in my stomach.... "Alicia! Alicia! Alicia!." Alicia stopped singing and playing her guitar, when she heard her father's voice. She stared at the door, wondering what the old man wants from her, this time around.

Maybe after the orientation she would warn me not to bully the students? After a few more minutes of her discussing about what I need to know about the University, she finished and drank a water. “Do you have a question, ija?” she asks Ija? What word is that? My name is Sophia. “Oh, I’m sorry for calling you that. It is a Spanish word for a younger girl or daughter,” she explains. Ohh, I see. “Ahh, it’s fine, ma’am” I said. “So… any questions?” she asks.

Maryam’s voice crackled through the line, panic threading through her words. “N-no… please… save me…”