Lyrics For Poker Face Novels & Stories

Narco rolled his eyes. "Co'z you aren’t worth the dust that the wind is blowing on your face. That's why I'm having a hard time gaining his trust." Narco brutally said making Lyric shift his gaze to him abruptly. "You’re the reason God created the middle finger." Face twitched bitterly, Lyric rebutted making Narco burst into chuckles. "Ouch. That was almost as painful as looking at your face." Narco laughingly muttered and turned the engine's car on and drove off the place.

''It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart Without saying a word you can light up the dark Try as I may I could never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing The smile on your face lets me know that you need me There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall You say it best when you say nothing at all All day long I can hear people talking out loud But when you hold me near you drown out the crowd Old Mister Webster could never define What's being said between your heart and mine The smile on your face lets me know that you need me There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me

Is there anything wrong with my makeup? " There is nothing wrong with your face. You look dazzling as usual. I just wanted to see your face as a ransom for my lost days when I wasn’t here with you." He spoke and smiled. How shameless he is!? " Don’t you think you’re getting bolder? " I inquired. I tried to hide my excitement and embarrassment with my poker face. " I don't care what you think of me. I'm happy as long as I can see you every day like this. " He turned his body towards me.

Grinning, I look him right in the eyes as I sing the next bit, "You said, 'Hey, // What's your name?' // It took one look // And now we're not the same // Yeah, you said, 'Hey', // And since that day // You stole my heart // And you're the one to blame." My mind travels to how my mood instantly shifted from feeling insecure to safe once Marcus stepped in between Aayan and me. A bigger smile forms on my lips, feeling like a heavy weight is being lifted. "And that's why I smile // It's been a while // Since every day and everything has // Felt this right // And now you turn it all around // And suddenly you're all I need // The reason why I-I-I // I smi-i-ile."

Mercy, please. I was embarrassed and said, “Hmmm, maybe." It was so awkward and she looked happier which made me glare at him though I know very well he wasn't at fault. He gave a quick smile, it was just a tilt at the corner of his lips but I noticed then he resumed his poker face, but there were still a lot of girls whispering in admiration. Looking at his serious face, I was thinking, if it is the same man who is texting me. A message popped up on my screen.

At sa paglisan nang araw, akala'y 'di ka mahal [And when the day left, I thought you were not loved]. At ang nadarama'y hindi magtatagal [And the feeling won't last long] Malay ko bang hindi magpapagal [Am I conscious of not working hard? ] His face is familiar to me. He must be an artist because there are young people holding a poster and his face is there. I winced because the women were already making noise. At kung 'di kumbinsido'y magtiwala ka [And if you're not convinced, trust]

Poker face… not single emotion. “you’re smart and that’s exactly why you are here. I want dirt on the masons,” he said. I’d rather die than give you anything. I glared at him and this time; I didn’t try to hide it. “That look you’re giving me, Bella… it’s not ideal.” He grabbed my jaw. “you’re gorgeous, yes. But will I smash your face if you piss me off? Yes,” he whispered the last yes before removing his hand from my face.

My heart stops as I look back up at him, breathing in his mouth-watering cologne. I really want to hear his. I reposition myself again, wetting my lips with my tongue. “Okay, deal.” “You better prepare your poker face,” I say loudly, wanting to be funny before I clear my throat awkwardly. Straightening himself back up, his expression gets serious and I take a deep breath before I empty all of my heart to him. Something I never did with anyone.

We were opponents who were trying to play each other. Everything I’d ever thought him to be was a dream. All that was left was a savagely handsome man with hard blue eyes and an emotionless face. I didn't know if I had broken him or if he was naturally heartless. I turned away and focused on the game. Aldric and the Silicon Valley tycoon were far easier to read. My father had taught me how to win poker by reading my opponent's face. I watched my boss get three new cards, saw the sweat on his face, and how he licked his thick, rubbery lips as he stared down at his hand. Aldric had nothing. A pair of twos, maybe, and that was useless.

I can feel his piercing green eyes staring at me. I bit my lower lip and slowly lifted my head to face him. He is standing so close to me, I can feel his breath on my face. I started backing up, but he followed my every move until he had me backed up against the wall. “Did you just blow up my truck?” He tilted his head, and his eyes scanned my face. Looking for the truth. “I um, how could I have done that?” I swallowed hard as I stared in his eyes. “You need to work on your poker face. What are you?”