Lyrics Song Mona Lisa Novels & Stories

He gulped down the whole drink. As much as he hate himself for this fucking outcome. He can't be like his mother who cared less for her children. He can't. ************************************ Mona is walking along the the hallway happily and majestically. She is humming and smiling to herself as she head towards her room. She reach for the door knob when.... "Really Mona? Pregnant?" Lisa asked approaching her. Mona heave a sigh. "You got the good news. Yeah I am pregnant" Mona said flipping her hair proudly.

The apodictic expression on the girl's face and in her tone of voice caused Marcus to feel nothing but irritating and a little bit upsetting, too. “I want to be your Luna!” Tina repeated herself. The girl looked straight into Marcus’s eyes, urging him to give her an answer. And whatever he was going to say to her, it must be in her favor. But much to her dismay, Marcus was not the type that easily gave in. He would not be compromised with such an obnoxious request.

***************** *MONALISA* Lorenzo nodded, smiling. I turned around to start the music. I chose a song, and the strains of Carlos Di Sarli wound through the studio. I turned back to face Lorenzo who was now standing in front of me with a quirked brow. “What are we doing?” “Ochos and Sacadas.” I walked forward into his arms. He took my hand and settled an arm across my back. I closed my eyes in a moment of confusion, his touch was having an explosive effect on my insides.

But then something even more incredible happened. The lead singer of Iron Howl looked directly toward the entrance, his gaze locking onto Lyla. With his signature magnetic voice, he spoke into the microphone, "This next song is one we wrote especially for Ms. Lyla Sinclair. It's called ‘Whispered Shadows,’ and it’s for you." Lyla froze in place, a mix of shock, delight, and nervousness washing over her. It felt surreal, like she was dreaming, and the world around her seemed too strange and magical to be real.

My throat goes tight, and I have to swallow hard before I can respond. Goddess, watching them like this, watching them starve themselves because they're too scared and too heartbroken to eat, it's killing me. "Your mom wouldn't want this," I try again, desperation breaking into my voice now. "She wouldn't want you starving yourselves. She'd want you to take care of yourself. You know that, right?" Makayla finally looks at me, and the pain in her eyes makes it hard to stay grounded. "But she's not here to tell us that," she whispers. "And I want her to come home, Daddy. I want Mommy."

“We should go again.” Both women growled at him. The high priestess counted something out on her fingers before smiling. “You should bring Electra to my temple in Rome,” The high priestess suggested. “I recommend early June. Maybe late May.” “Before you go anywhere, I’m getting a dance,” Aiden said as he took Electra by the hand and led her to the empty dance floor. “I had to call to find out the name of the song about Mona Lisa.” Nat King Cole’s Mona Lisa Song started to play. She smiled at him.

“Anywhere you want, Montessa. We’re free. We can do anything.” She drove, wearing her long gloves of blood, with Lu and the dead man resting in the backseat. Nobody looked. Nobody noticed. The sun went down, and she followed it down the road. She turned on the dead man’s radio, switched it from NPR to something with more pep. An old Styx song. “Wanted, Dead or Alive.” Montessa sang at the top of her lungs, bathed in blood and music and love. “This is happier than I’ve ever been, Lulu.”

“I love you… My Luna.. please… don’t do that again. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I kept you in the dark. Sorry, I never said that everything was for your sake— I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “Our son… Our son looks just like you, Samarah. I love you. I love you, My Luna,” - The End -

With all my heart I mean every word So as long as I live I'll love you Will have and hold you You look so beautiful in white And from now to my very last breath This day I'll cherish You look so beautiful in white Tonight Oh, oh You look so beautiful in white Na na na na na So beautiful in white Tonight And if our daughter's what our future holds I hope she has your eyes Finds love like you and I did, yeah When she falls in love we let her go I'll walk her down the aisle She'll look so beautiful in white You look so beautiful in white So as long as I live I'll love you Will have and hold you You look so beautiful in white And from now to my very last breath This day I'll cherish You look so

“Voy a vivir el momento, Para entender el destino. Voy a escuchar en silencio, Para encontrar el camino. Y para qué llorar, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, la la la.” “Voy a reír, voy a bailar, Vivir mi vida, la la la la,” Ava in her fun sang along but again, she wasn’t getting all the words right that Lucian chuckled. “Hey,” she called with a pout, “if you are better, you sing along.”