Lirik Yours Chanyeol

Suddenly, I was slammed against a cracked pillar. A strong arm pinned me by the throat, not enough to choke me, just enough to let me know I could be. And then I saw him. Amber eyes. Fierce. Burning. Too wild to be fully human. Too focused to be feral. Face contorted in boredom. The strange yet familiar man.. His body pressed against mine, tall, muscled, furious. I felt the tremble of his restraint as if the beast inside him was clawing to get out. “Smells like blood,” he growled, breath hot against my skin. “Yours?” I smiled despite myself, excitement seeping into my veins much to my annoyance. “Disappointed it’s not?” He didn’t blink. Just stared at me with that maddening, unreadable expression, as if I were a puzzle he already intended to break. I jerked my knee toward his groin, fast and vicious. But his reflexes were faster. He caught my leg. Held it midair, balancing me with one hand as if I weighed nothing. And for a heartbeat, we just… looked at each other. His eyes weren’t just amber. They were gold. Like molten metal cracked open under pressure. He was beautiful in that brutal, savage way, the kind of man carved from war and grief, not born. And I hated him for it.

‘Touch her. Claim her. She is ours. Claim her!’ His wolf, Varn, thundered through his mind. Then— “I reject you, Servant number 16, as my mate.” Prince Lucien smirked, “The moon goddess must be indeed out of her mind to mate me with a lowlife like you. I command you to accept this rejection!” “I accept.” As a nameless slave in the Moonrage Pack, Nyssa knew her place—silent and invisible until the night of the prince’s engagement when fate dared to whisper that she was more than a nameless slave but his. Prince Lucien’s mate Instead of claiming her, he rejects her to protect his crown and image. Rejected and ordered to be killed, Nyssa was left to die. Or so they thought. Resurrected by the moon goddess, the nameless slave was given a name and a purpose. A new life with the same face, she wasn’t servant number 16 anymore, she was now Nyssa Wales, the messenger of the moon goddess, sent on a mission back to earth. When Nyssa steps back into his world, she was no longer the nameless slave he once knew. She has come for vengeance. Now she’s the woman who could destroy him… or save him. "You own me, Nyssa. Every part of me belongs to you" "I'm yours. Completely" What happens when the mate you thought you lost forever comes back stronger, angrier, and no longer yours?

They don’t know me as Kaelyn Amric. Most of the pack doesn’t even know my name. I’m just the Alpha Prince’s twin sister. And that was always fine for them. But I wanted more. I wanted to be seen as me. Then he vanished. And with him, so did my life. Now, I’m heading to Storm Academy, an all boys school, disguised to find him. The only thing I still have is my name. But even that… isn’t really mine anymore. I was no longer an Amric, I was a nobody, an Altair. **** A girl. In an all boys academy? How did she become my roommate? And how would she make me keep her secret? She's reckless, too bold for her own good. And yet, somehow, she's my problem now. *Day 96 of Kaiven being missing. Regretfully yours, Evren.*

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

(SEBUAH LIRIK LAGU YANG SAYA TUANGKAN MENJADI SEBUAH CERITA) “Save me if I become, My demons.” Kegelapan adalah hidupnya, tanpa ada kehangatan keluarga yang memahami dirinya. Menyedihkan bukan? Memiliki tatapan dingin, kejam, dan tak terbantahkan. Banyak orang yang menjauhinya, dan dia menjadi buronan polisi. Setiap hari, tubuhnya selalu bermandikan darah dari korban pembantaiannya. Siapa pun yang mengusiknya, akan mati tersiksa.

Di usia yang hampir 40 tahun, pengusaha sukses dan tampan cukup banyak wanita yang wara wiri dalam kehidupa seorang Samudra Abimanyu. Tapi selama ini belum ada yang benar-benar mampu membuatnya terpikat. Rata-rata mereka hanya “mampir” sebentar sebelum digantikan oleh wanita-wanita lain. Tidak hanya para temannya yang menjulukinya playboy bahkan beberapa majalah dengan terang-terangan menyebutkan bahwa dia adalah casanova, mungkin ada benarnya saking seringnya dia gonta-ganti perempuan. Satu pantangan Samudra adalah tidak akan mengencani pegawainya, dia tidak ingin merusak citra dan profesionalitas kerja dengan love affair di kantor. Dan sampai saat ini dia tidak pernah melanggarnya, biarpun tidak sedikit staff wanita yang kepincut dengannya. Bos muda, kaya dan ganteng. Sabrina. Why on earth sosok wanita ini tiba-tiba sibuk mondar-mandir di pikirannya? Semenjak kali pertama interview, sosoknya rajin nongol tanpa diundang ke kepalanya. Seperti tidak ada wanita lain saja, pikirnya sinis ke diri sendiri. Walaupun banyak bergonta – ganti pacar, dia memang tidak terlalu sibuk untuk memikirkan perempuan. Buat dia pacar adalah selingan diantara kesibukan pekerjaan, selingan untuk mencerahkan hari, pelengkap untuk dibawa ke resepsi bukan untuk memenuhi pemikiran. Mendapatkan pacar baru buat dia sama mudahnya seperti membeli jas baru, sekali lirik bisa dipastikan perempuan akan tersipu – sipu kepincut. Tetapi Sabrina lain. Ada sesuatu tentangnya yang menyedot perhatian Samudra. Cantik, yes…tapi lebih dari itu. Gayanya yang anggun tapi terkesan berjarak, ada sesuatu darinya yang menyedot perhatian Samudra. Seperti black hole yang menyedot semua energi dan masa di sekitarnya, Sabrina juga menyedot semua fokus dan perhatian Samudra.

Einver Cruz is the new assistant of Dra. September Sobejana, a professional Psychologist in McNamara Hospital. Kakaiba para sa kaniya ang unang pagkikita nilang dalawa pero mukhang wala lang iyon sa dalaga. She acted like he was just an ordinary man that can't make her take a second look.. but as for him, he also don't care. Until suddenly.. welcomes them like a crazy psychopath. "I'm a Psychologist.. but I don't want to understand that emotions in the eyes of yours"

Nazeela Sahara tak pernah mengira akan menjadi madu dari wanita yang sudah seperti saudara sendiri. Mati-matian dia menolak ide tersebut, tetapi wanita itu mengungkit jasanya kepada keluarga Nazeela. Apakah Nazeela bisa bahagia, hidup bersama pria yang ternyata memiliki siasat licik di balik kesediaannya menikahi gadis tersebut? Sementara jauh di relung hati dia memiliki cinta tersembunyi untuk pria lain. Apakah kisah cinta Nazeela bisa seindah simfoni yang sering dia senandungkan? Atau hanya irama tanpa lirik dan tak berjiwa?

“What did you do to me?!” Galit na galit ang boses ng lalake, mababa at matalim. Nag-panic si Katrice. Hindi niya alam ang nangyayari. Hawak pa rin ang kanyang leeg, napailing siya at pilit nagsalita, “A-Ako, wa-wala po akong ginawa... H-hindi ko alam…” Bigla siyang binitiwan. Pero hindi pa siya nakakahinga nang maayos, naramdaman na lang niyang hinawakan siya sa bewang at idinikit sa katawan ng lalake. Mainit ang balat nito, parang may lagnat, at sobrang lapit nila sa isa’t isa. Nang magsalita ang lalake, halos dumikit sa balat niya ang mainit na hininga, “Binibigyan kita ng pagkakataon. Itulak mo ako. Lumabas ka dito.” Napamulagat si Katrice. Pinalalabas niya ako? Hindi ba siya kuntento? Iniisip ba niyang hindi ako interesado? Pero hindi siya puwedeng umalis. Hindi para sa sarili niya—kundi para sa kapatid niya. Wala na siyang karapatang mag-inarte pa. Nandito na siya. Wala nang atrasan. “Hindi ako lalabas. Tonight… I’m yours,” mahinang bulong niya.

Sierah Garcia met a lot of men already, experienced a lot of heartaches, and even experienced the worst part of a relationship. What if a man came up and plotted to break her heart? Will she be able to accept and move on? I sighed, staring at him. "Is this yours?" he cluelessly asked. He was about to hand me my handkerchief, when I stepped back. "Yes. Thank you." Kinuha ko 'yon sa kamay niya tsaka ko siya mabilisang tinalikuran. "Sie.." I stopped when he called my name, I blinked a lot of times before glancing at him. By just calling out the nickname he gave me, it brings back a lot of memories, such as pain. "Y-Yes?" I responded. He licked his lips, he looked so serious. "When will I see you again?" I unbelievably stared at him because of his question, I closed my fist. "Never again,” I whispered and walked away real fast.