Matryoshka Vocaloid English Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I am Jacob, Alpha of Golden Elm. And this… this is my mate, Lorna.” The woman’s eyes brim with tears. Her hand shakes as she reaches out. “I am your mother.” The world tilts around me. “I remember you,” I whisper. My heart lurches as I stumble toward her. “I remember your voice.” She pulls me into her arms, warm and comforting, and then—softly, almost like breath—she sings. “Sleep, my light, my shining star, No matter how far away you are…” The melody pierces something deep inside me. I know this. I know it.

MAYA "From death to life, from dark to light, Reclaim your place, reclaim your might, The seal is broken, barriers fall, Answer now your destiny's call. Arise, arise, no longer wait, Embrace your former state again, Through moon and song and will combine, Your power, no longer confined."

Now I know where Enya got that trait- like mother like daughter. I groan and give in. "Hippo-Twatamus. Cuntasaurus. Twatwaffle. Oh, and my absolute favourite, Pussysaurus-Rex." My voice drips with sarcasm as Enya struggles to suppress laughter, but her mother wastes no time in bursting out laughing. Great, not that I'm an Alpha or anything- from now on, I'll become the laughing stock of my mate and her mother. God, those two are going to be the death of me.

“I see it. Your eyes move. Your mind works. You are thinking too much for this place.” My mouth went dry. I scrambled for something to say, any role to play. “I— I’m just… warming my voice. I can sing for you, if you like.” It sounded pathetic and stupid the moment I said it. His lips twitched. It wasn't quite a smile, wasn't quite mockery. “Sing.” I panicked. My mind went blank of every English song I knew. Then, from some deep, buried memory, a tune surfaced. It was an old Russian lullaby, one my mother had hummed sometimes when I was very small. The words were simple and melancholic.

sexy? "Right, Mi Hijo. Ah yes... Mah-dreh wants you to use English when communicating with her. This girl is from England, and she cannot speak our language." The man's forehead furrowed deeply. “Why did Mah-dreh have to look all the way to England for a maid?"

The melody twisted in the air, slow and haunting, each note bending in ways that made my skin crawl. “Jayden…” My voice shook, my feet frozen in place. Samira looked down at him, her grin stretching unnaturally wide, like a predator savoring her prey. She rocked him in her arms as if he were a doll, her dark eyes glinting in the torchlight. “What a precious song,” she crooned. “Did your mother teach you that?” Jayden didn’t answer. He just kept singing. And then I realized...it wasn’t even in English. The words curled like smoke, strange syllables that scraped against the edges of my mind. Ancient. Wrong. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

“Yes much, much better.” “Ummm Hmmm, much, much better” she moaned as she ground down on my body. “Solntse, please I need you.” She moaned into my neck. “Vat do you need, Milaya? Tell me” “Mne nuzhno, chtoby ty trakhnul menya* (I need you to fuck me)” I do not think it would ever mattered if she spoke Russian or English. Those words would always inspire me to plunge into her and make all her dark desires come true.

Stop crying Mummy] He was shouting now and shaking Alcina like a rag doll, ‘Smetti di piangere, smetti di piangere’ [Stop crying, stop crying] He dribbled and then his eyes darkened, ‘Sei molto carina, Gio ti vuole come mamma‘ [You are very pretty, Gio wants you like he did Mama] His fleshy paw reached for her breast and he squeezed it making her cry out then his hand moved over her belly, ‘Apri le gambe abbastanza dai a Gio la tua figa o ti farà male come mamma [Open your legs pretty give Gio your pussy or he will hurt you like Mama]

Travis teased with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well if you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you, I sing really high so you might want to cover your ears." I sighed in defeat at. I didn't accept taunts well, bite me. I searched my memory for a song that was high enough so that they wouldn't be able to recognise the voice. I decided on a cute Disney song from Thumbelina called 'Let Me Be Your Wings'. When the song ended most were staring at me and others were clapping.

Her voice was cracked but powerful. “I am called Matra,” she said. “Five hundred and thirty eight winters. I saw the old wars. I heard an old prophecy whispered through bone and fire. When the white wolf rises again, the moon herself will stir fates long buried. I prayed for Her aid.” She lifted her wise, cloudy eyes to mine. “And then you appeared today, with light like judgment and mercy in equal measure.” I swallowed hard. “We’re building something different this time. Something the council can’t poison.”