Lyrics For Poker Face Novels & Stories

"Please, Ferrara, please, I need you." My voice was hoarse when I realised that those words were coming from my mouth, That they didn't belong to a stereo faintly playing a music somewhere. Just as I want conscious of the hot liquid streaming down my cheeks, till a wet tempting tongue trailed down my face, licking it all away, With his hand, wiping the tear on the other cheek. My eyes opened slightly, gazing into a face so perfect it burned to stare at the intensity in his pupils... Hell... This was lunacy.

His eyes locked onto the glinting accessory as it sailed through the air, and he caught it with a playful laugh, tucking it into his pocket, his gaze lingering on my every move. The second round started with a renewed sense of challenge in me. The initial cards were dealt, and his eyes betrayed a hint of confidence. My hand a pair of sevens. His poker face held steady as the first community card, a queen, graced the table. With cautious optimism, I placed a small bet. The second community card, a nine, joined the tableau, revealing a potential for a straight. He matched my bet, his demeanor composed. As the final card, a ten, unfolded, his gaze lingered on the table, contemplating his next m

He had an impeccable poker face which was impossible to see past or through it. "Yes, you did." She muttered with an eye roll. "Don't do that, Mi Amore" He groaned and caressed her face with his fingers. "Or I will give you a better reason to roll those pretty eyes"

I declare, keeping on a poker face. Renee gasps in surprise and sneaks closer to my side. She is getting used to this new side of me so I don’t blame her for always letting out sounds of shock whenever she sees me coming across Draven. “ I am honored. ” He wipes fake tears from the corners of his eyes. “ But you know, you are stuck here and you can’t do anything. ” “ I know. You are just that lucky. ” I pop another strawberry in my mouth, wishing it was Aleister’s neck right now. With that thought, chewing becomes more aggressive and my eyes shine with an evil glint.

My son asked, "Daddy, why is that lady crying?" I said, "Everyone is in a poker game. "If we win, we will smile. "If we lose, we may cry." My son nodded as if he understood. "Oh, that lady must lose..."

A poker expression was on my face; I could see how scared she was; it worked perfectly well for me. “You said what now?” I asked Again, leaning even closer to him, a smile curled up my lips. “He's not worth it; let's go.” Simone's faint voice had called out as she wrapped her arms against my hand; her voice was thin and shaky; she was hurt.

I finally asked, trying to break the awkward silence. The man with the scarf chuckled softly. "Too much?" he repeated, shaking his head again. "No... You were incredible." I looked at him as if he had just spoken an alien language. "Your face... you barely need to say anything," he continued. "Your expression says it all. Your face card... insane." I froze. Face card? Did he mean... my face? "Try this one," interrupted a woman at the end of the table, tossing another script. "Just one line, but... we want to see your reaction."

He saw it all—but his face didn’t change. Poker face as usual When his eyes finally met mine again, his voice was quiet. “What happened?” Then he corrected himself. “Scratch that.....who?” The second the word left his mouth, the glass in his hand shattered. Just.....shattered.

It was more like he was stating a fact that he’d already confirmed. “I’m fine. Excuse me,” I said, trying to project some kind of authority that might actually make him move out of my way. His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make it clear that I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided to let me. “No, you’re not fine. Someone made you angry.” There was something unsettling about the way he was studying my face. “You have interesting eyes when you’re furious. And the most expressive face.” he said, and there was something almost predatory in the way he smiled when he said it. “I bet you’d be terrible at poker.”

Let alone dress up for it. “Can you play one more? They are parking and should be here shortly.” Director Wilson waved at me from a few feet away. “Of course.” I nodded at her. “Play Lady Gaga!” Cora shouted. I laughed and shook my head at her. It was a request, and Poker Face was next on the roster. Before starting, I glanced over at where Waylon was standing. He looked at me expectantly and nodded his head. That, for some reason, soothed my nerves that were eating at me. I could dig into that later when I was alone in my room. I took a deep breath and started to play.