Lyrics Unwritten Natasha Bedingfield Novels & Stories

she added with a sad expression on her face as she jumped on the couch and tuned to 'Trace Urban'. 🎶 Today I don't feel like doing anything tutudodooodo I just wanna lay in my bed.... Don't feel like picking up my phone So leave a message at the tone 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anythinnnnnnng...... 🎶 she sang off key as she listened to Bruno Mars_ 'lazy song'. "Let's go to my room babe". Nathan whispered in my ears in a seductive voice. We hurried to leave the Living room holding hands and giggling as he drags me forward.

This was her first time being nice toward me, so I agreed to head out with her without any hesitation. Thereafter, I went through a hellish 24 hours. One drink was all it took. When I woke, I was sprawled undressed on the floor of the bar, hands groping me from every direction. The more I struggled, the more agonizing it was. A cacophony of lewd laughter and pounding music assaulted my senses, while strobe-like flashes blinded me. Lilyanne had known. She had orchestrated it all. It was no wonder that this spoiled brat, who'd always taken what was mine, would readily approve of my union with Russo Morse.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

But the words caught in her throat, tangled in the web of her own confusion. Ethan seemed to understand, his hand slipping into hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll get through this,” he said, his voice steady, confident. “Together.” Sophia nodded, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Together,” she echoed, the word a promise, a vow. They sat in silence, the weight of the night pressing down on them. The city outside was still, the world holding its breath, waiting for the dawn. But in that quiet moment, Sophia felt a spark of hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness.

"It's fine, Byron. Let's not get it." Her "understanding" made Byron even more protective of her. "Stingy little tightwad," he muttered, glaring at me as he walked off with Lisa in tow. Lisa turned back to shoot me a smug look. She didn't say a word, but I clearly saw the shape of her lips. "Skank." My eyes darkened. The real nightmare was just beginning. We'd see who would get the last laugh. When we got to the Silvren Talons factory, Lisa cut in front of me in line to hand in her letter of introduction.

Soon, I left the York residence and spent the night at a hotel. The next morning, Zachary woke me up with a call. He barked an order, telling me to bring them breakfast and birth control pills. I hung up on him at once. That afternoon, I returned to the York residence to pack my things. Zachary was eating in a robe at the dining table. His chest was bare, marked all over with scratches. I didn't need to guess how their night had gone. Without a word, I walked toward the stairs. Suddenly, a glass shattered at my feet.

"The lock's broken. I can't get in." He said something to Bianca before he answered, "I tried to log Bianca's fingerprint into the database, but it was full, so I deleted yours. Jason and I are at the hospital. Just tough it out through the night in a motel or something." I opened my mouth, but my emotions got the better of me as I spat, "So, I can't even go home now?" William cleared his throat and tried to coax me to see things his way. "I just need you to tough it out through the night. I'll log your print in once the new lock comes tomorrow. Don't read too much into this."

Nat's POV I haven't seen Nick for a few days and god I'd be lying if I said that these few days haven't been peaceful. Peace. Something I've always wanted but never was desperate for. Now, I am though. I turn the volume up and enjoy the song. It's the few things by JP Saxe and Charlotte Lawrence. It's one of the best songs I've ever heard. I'm in my car and I'm going for a night's stay at Nina's.

A desperate whine crawled up my throat. I gave the silken material another tug when Travis wretched his mouth from mine. “We’re not getting undressed, Ria.”He orders. I wasn’t looking at him as he spoke, instead captivated by his lips that were smeared a passionate red, fuller from my own. His words ran lines through my head, dirty, blurred lines that twisted the end of my mouth up and crossed my arms over the bottom of my shirt. I ripped my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the side, standing now in the dim light of the bedroom clad in my red lace bra, jeans, and sneakers.

The playlist was called Highly Professional. Nathalia had made it at eleven forty-seven the previous night, sitting cross-legged on her bed in an oversized t-shirt, eating leftover rice from a container and adding songs with the specific energy of someone who needed tomorrow to feel manageable. It had forty-one songs. It was not, if she was being honest with herself, a particularly professional playlist. It had two Beyoncé deep cuts, a Solange song she played when she needed to feel like she had her life together, and something her mum had sent her three years ago that she'd never admitted to liking but had listened to approximately two hundred times.